I write with my right hand.
I throw with my left.
I eat with my right hand.
I play cards with my left.
Can’t open bottles with my right hand.
Actually, never could!
When I eat and try to cut my meat,
I have to stop and think,
“Which hand carries the knife?”
Oh, me! Oh my! What a lot of strife!
I count all my money with my left hand
Just to be sure I get it right.
I stir my coffee with my right hand.
I peel oranges with my left.
Is my left hand actually my right?
Fire up! Mayflower II!
I’m getting out of here!
My ancestors came here
For Religious freedom.
I’m leaving here for just plain Freedom.
Did I just step into Nazi Germany?
Or even the USSR?
Plus, who did you say is coming
Into our broken-down backdoor?
Actually, just kidding!
The United States of America
Is the best of any in the world!
I could never, ever,
Love any Country more!
5 year olds, sitting under our desks.
Waiting for the sirens to stop.
We thought that we were so safe.
No enemy bombs could find us.
Now that I think about it,
We weren’t scared.
It was just a way of life for us.
No one would let anything bad happen to us,
Now, would they?
We just knew that we were very well protected,
And surrounded by those who cared so much for us.
Yeah, right. Protected.
By a flimsy piece of wood,
That touched the top of our little heads!
The Nuns told us to say a
“Good ‘Act of Contrition’ ” at bedtime.
Just in case we never awoke
From our deep and innocent sleep…
Long after we crawled into
Our nice and warm little beds!
I looked outside.
It is pitch dark.
What time is it?
Did we eat dinner yet?
I just cannot figure out how it makes any sense
To have Daylight Savings Time
For seven months or so out of the year.
Then snatch it away
And get it all tangled up!
Only to repeat the entire process in reverse.
Reminds me of my grandmother.
Whenever someone complained
About something being too short,
She would always say,
“Cut 3 inches off the top and sew it on the bottom!”
Now…substitute hours for inches.
See what I mean?
So…if we have 9 hours of daylight,
How are we getting any more
If we make it one hour earlier in the day?
And 1 hour earlier in the night?
Still, the little girl within, continues to ask,
“What time is it, Mom?”
“What time is it REALLY, Mom?”
No one has ever yet
Given me a satisfactory answer,
About why we try to juggle time!