Hot Flashes

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