WFH

grabbing

every stolen moment

back

from the jaws of work

forcing making memories

rescuing pearls of time

thrown before swine

the must feed

that money beast;

world rolls on

cold to our plight

but for these days

we will be part-time pirates

heisting

the laugher of our children

we will be outlaw poets

breaking free

from the grindstone

Couch Song Armory

We have our own song

for when the whole family

fits on the couch

a glad song

carves memory

forges mental ammunition

and bulletproof souls

to last

in the savage lands

beyond our living room

so here

among our cluttered life

we run a musical boot camp

for the woman soldiers

of tomorrow