My younger sister works as a security guard and when Christmas is over, it gets very boring, so to perk her up I asked her to write about it in poetry. Here they are…
Sitting in My Little Guard Hut
Sitting in my little guard hut,
Hardly anyone coming or going, but
My mind wanders to and fro:
Grocery lists, to do lists, time passes so slow.
The gate opens, “Oh! Some excitement now,”
but men are just working, so I crinkle my brow
and concentrate on writing this poem
to pass the time until I go home. (sigh)
We have a power outage today.
So, no heat in my guard hut and I may
freeze to death from the inclement weather.
I wished for double socks and an additional sweater.
But I’m stuck here and therefore I must make do
so I ordered from Doordash (they bring food to you).
Two cups of hot tea arrived after awhile.
My hands on the hot cups thawed me out and I smiled.
I just might survive today without getting sick.
I’ll know tomorrow if the hot tea did the trick.