Disclaimer

I apologize in advance, if by the off chance
my words offend, relate, or speak directly to you
through you or even perfectly describe you
at a time when they weren't necessarily meant for you.

I only aim to express myself through a written art
paint a picture, though my brush strokes may be key strokes
and the picture is mental instead of hanging on your wall
hope it hangs around in your mind, at least for a little while

I may be random or quite specific, stand tall on my soapbox
or be a little indifferent
though I may express my opinion, in sequence or even out of order
I always hope to make sense with honesty and no pretense

So my disclaimer is a no-brainer, read at your own risk
just don't miss the point, leave an opinion if it moves you
share if you choose to,
but never take it personally, even if you know it is about you.

Banging on the door!

The other day, I'm knocking on my mother's door to drop off my 4 yr old, or should I say 80 yr old in a midget body.  I'm banging on her door like the police because apparently normal knocking does not warrant an answer.  Of course she doesn't hear me. Two reasons why I'm banging longer than 30 seconds, she's still asleep or she's in the bathroom. I continue to bang on the door, my fist is turning red.

The super panicky, always thinking the worse self shows up and I call the house phone, all the while visualizing myself kicking down the door to get in cause of course something is wrong.  I get so engulfed in my banging and crazy thoughts that I'm unaware of the 80yr old 4yr old. He's standing next to me with his head cocked to the side and says, only the way he can, "Really mommy?" His big eyes are staring at me through his bifocals and I want to say to him, "Really!?!, did you just say Really?", like as in stop banging on the door like a lunatic. But I didn't, cause clearly that is why he said it.