Hot Flashes Poem by Randy McClave

One moment she is hot
Then the next minute she is cold,
One moment she is young
The very next minute she screams she's old.
One moment the is covered with all the blankets
The very next moment she's inside the fridge,
One minute she is crying for nothing
The next moment alone I'm walking the ridge.

The air conditioning is turned off
Then furiously the air conditioning is turned back on,
Sometimes I truly and honestly believe
That she had become Satan's spawn.
One moment she is reciting poetry
The very next moment she is speaking in tongues,
One moment she is speaking in whispers
The next minute she's screaming out her lungs.

One minute she's shaving her legs
Before putting on her laced slip,
Then later on in the day she is removing her dress
Then using my razor to shave her upper lip.
Sometimes for no reason she hits me
While with her eyes she's burning me to ashes,
Lord knows I wish I could just run and hideaway
When she is having her menopausal hot flashes.

Randy L. McClave