Sammy is purring,
Snuggled on my sweater.
I don’t see how,
Life gets any better!
To Sammy, I am a shining knight,
To her rescue with but a single yelp.
She was taking a rather heavy nap,
So I selflessly offered her all my help!
Trying to unpack boxes,
Which are filling all the spaces.
Sammy is not happy,
Seems she’s losing hiding places.
To my young son, I was a superman,
Who handled everything with ease.
Now at 26, he steps in,
When my breath begin to wheeze.
As an older man, I sit cold and alone,
My eyes lost in the rage of the storm.
Behind me at the table, my son and his girl,
Whisper, giggle and are warm.