Don’t pick me up from the train
If you don’t want me to get lost
I will find my way to your house
No matter what the cost
I will use my Waze or GPS
Or Google Maps
But don’t pick me up at the
train or plane if you don’t want to consider me
a little lost
I know where I am suppose to be
At least most of the time
if I get lost the problem will be mine
I am really good at talking
even though my
older daughter told me not
to the people for directions
though
everyone thinks there is an evil plot
to steal me off to somewhere
“don’t lose my mother” please
you would think that by speaking to a stranger
they would steal me
Even though my husband says
“that is the only way I would ever be able to get her to leave me”

Sooooo therefore
Like I said
Don’t ever pick me up at the train
or plane
if you don’t want me to
“get lost”

Red alert
the spider did not fall down
your shirt
sequel to my poem
he was behind the cushion
all alone
no witnesses
caught him
squished him
kiss of death

you can figure
out the rest (buried him in the back yard)

If you had a better sense of humor
and were more understanding
you would just know
why I had to climb on the couch
using your shoulders, while you
were taking nap and sit on your head
to catch that tiny spider with my duster.

I know you thought it fell down your shirt
But it didn’t
At least I don’t think so
Besides you shouldn’t make a big issue of me stepping
on your toe
It was only your baby toe and it didn’t hurt but so much
I could tell ‘cose you didn’t yell at all…well not so much
that is

Honestly you didn’t want that spider to bite you,did you.
I threw it out the window just for you
(unless of course it fell down your shirt)

I just didn’t realize how sensitive you were
I mean I could just let him bite you