Ignoring The Call

Middle age is calling me,
But I just cannot go.
I have too much of childhood left,
So much that I don't know.

Why, I still love to color
And to play with paper dolls.
I still delight in bubble pipes
And bouncing rubber balls.

Ah, middle age is calling me,
But I just cannot go.
I still feel like a coed,
Full of life from head to toe.

Yes, middle age is calling me,
But my decision's made.
I'm just too young at heart to go.
Middle age'll have to wait!

© 2012 Sandra Conner

Anticipation

Coming and going,
To-ing and fro-ing,
Thoughts in a dither,
Stomach aquiver ...

Scurrying, worrying,
Phoning, conversing,
Weighing last doubts,
Last chance to bow out ...

Checking all pockets,
Fastening lockets,
Rosebuds and bouquets,
Fragrant, sublime haze ...

Guest in their places,
Smiles on the faces,
Music on swelling tide,
"Here Comes The Bride."

© 2012 Sandra Conner

Bored

a poem by Sandra Conner

I am bored ... so bored.
I need something else to do.
Wrack my brain ... the pain.
What will help? Don't have a clue.

Talk on phone ... endless drone.
Do my nails until they gleam.
Clean desk drawer ... fun chore:
Found lost candy and hand cream.

Still I'm bored ... so bored.
Without something else to try,
I'll have no choice ... guilty voice:
Must start my real work by and by.