She Stays Sweet

Soft cream leather-
rutted and  grayed
suppressed to bumps
and thumps
as time plodded
along
rhythmically
as each day
her shape
plopped down
to relish in
the cozy
company of
family-
an exhausted
slumber-
to savor the
coolness
of a long
day's work-
a closet
of lonely
moments
and whispers
of tears.
But
she stays sweet
the overstuffed
chair
molds continually
around her
through the ages
the gleam against
her deep cow eyes
constant,
soft wrinkles
glazed her
beautifully-
salt colored
her hair
flawlessly-
charming independence
and a kind splash of sass
never flowed
out of her
veins
Making me
glad there is
such a thing
as angel
wings
giving the chair-
the world-
her
more time.
She stays sweet

Ears

My ears are clogged-
lodged with words-
bursting with chords-
harassing the drum

Filling my world
with piercing
and infectious
sound
stirring-up
a fantasy

Afraid that
one more stroke
from The hand
to slip, gently
another strand
behind
this ear

Your ears
could hear
it too the
fantasy
erupting in the
canals

Resting in the
feeling of
contentment,
residing in
my ears

Wondering.
Do you hear
what I hear
now?
Slipping the strand securely
behind.

Another
rush of melodies
from afar-
heard and familiar
knowing it came not just from
my ears
but
from yours
too