Keep Talkin'

Those past gut wrenching tragedies,
I could've never guessed.
But the key word here is "past",
And that's for the best.

So what lies ahead,
Is no less than an exciting mystery.
One can only hope it lasts long enough,
To be passed on as history.

I often wonder what would it be like,
Pulling on those chubby cheeks.
Will it invite that serene smile
Or simply a slap on my wrists?

She surprises me everyday; today chirpy, tomorrow stone-cold.
And grandma-like-her, finds ways to point out I'm old.
It doesn't bother me one bit, and it doesn't really matter.
Both our heads are on our shoulders, no evidence they'll scatter.

Conversations have picked up some pace.
Don't you like the sound of that?
And I'm almost certain, this ain't a phase.
Fingers crossed for this to not fall to a splat.

No. I'm not keeping high hopes.
That's just premature.
But being positive leads to positive thoughts
And positive actions for sure

In closing, before you doze off,
On me, like "some" people.
I'll be waiting for tomorrow like always,
For my next much needed refill.