Is it funny

Or ironic

When all dreams

Every plan

Gone

Make a new plan

Impossible

Your future

Is ours to decide

But isn’t this

The land of opportunity

If you are

What we want

You to be

Your place is determined

By attitude

Well it is time

Be friendly

Or lose friends

Who allow more

Opportunities

Then the plan never changed

Stayed the same

For what you wanted

Was a healthy happy home

With friends and family

That was achieved

With just a

Non judgmental smile

-Jennie Nawrocki

Pride isn’t trash

Always remember

We are together!

If you left these you can

Restart by

Seeing their shows anytime!

-Jennie Nawrocki

Early the sun rises

Coloring the sky

Birds singing

Good morning

The day is young

We must work

Run errands

Coat friends

Strengthen family bonds

Eat heart and healthy

Over laughter and news

Maybe plan tomorrow

Or finish yesterday

Either way

The evening has

Begun to darken

With just a few hours

Left in the longest day

Soo close your eyes

Rest your crazy thoughts

Sleep well

And we will see you

In the morning

For I can’t imagine it

Without sharing it

With someone like you

Regardless of what

We do

-Jennie Nawrocki

The image is always rough and tumble

Breadwinner extraordinaire

Stubborn and wise in his opinions

But

He plays dolls with his girls

Gets weepy when his children do

Goes and checks on things

So his spouse can achieve their goals

He wants equal partnership

For he sees his sexy spouse

being rough and tumble

Just as he the sensitive father succeeds

Winning the heart of his children.

-Jennie Nawrocki

We shan’t be cruel

Jewish faith is strong

Other religions too

Minorities growing

Bringing warmth

And friendship

LGBTQ are just

Like you and me

Ethnic or trans

You belong

For this is your home

America the free

-Jennie Nawrocki

Walking here

Nobody in front

Nobody behind

Alone on my journey

Wanting or wandering

Towards home

Bouncing ideas

Isn’t an option

For the feedback

Just assumes

I got it right

But a second opinion

Would be second or third

If you are

Walking alone

-Jennie Nawrocki

Bang, bash, boom

Sshssh, whistle, splat

Slammed doors

Windows crashed

Buildings collapsed

Friends missing

Hurt or

Worst of all

Dead

Sleepless nights

Sporadic meals

Clothes nasty

Body smelling skanky

From days of

Lots of running

And more walking

Corners suspicious

Bombardments needed

When does it end

When can I go home

Some stuff you just

Don’t want to remember

In the hell of war

-Jennie Nawrocki