Every Once in Awhile 
September 14, 2025
 By Rose Marie Rideout

My mind seems to wander, 
I don't know where it's gone,
I just know it's not here,
With my pen where it belongs.

Why does my brain seem foggy,
Nothing comes to mind,
Like the words I've often written,
One line after a line.

But every once in awhile, 
I think back to another year,
Surrounded by loved ones,
A gathering we once shared.

Maybe it was at Christmas,
I see the presents by the tree,
The smell of our dinner cooking,
As we played games so happily.

Maybe another day in time,
When our dreams seemed to come true ,
With thoughts of our planned future,
Of things we'd really want to do.

But every once in awhile,
I think of something to write,
The words just seem to flow,
Then I write throughout the night.