Safety Doors Locked Poem by Margaret Alice Second

As I grow older, meanings fade & important
things shrink to insignificance as small things
fill my universe: a neatly made bed - military
style, a shiny kitchen and fresh laundry with
lavender as fabric softener; cinnamon coffee;
a woodpecker's rolling lilting call in a tree

Work assignment completed & crime scene
investigations solved in nail-biting episodes
while munching on green veggies to satisfy
appetite - early mornings of silver sunshine,
colours shimmering within crystal rainbow
prisms - brightening sedate Cognac walls

Playing catch with an energetic, high-jumping
dog - lovingly resting at my feet afterwards: I
question nothing; safety doors locked and
burglar bars prevent intrusion of ubiquitous
psychopaths & serial killers, indispensable
for creating entertaining crime stories

A cup of strong tea before delighting in triple
caramel ice-cream, hot water bottles to keep
me warm while snugly sitting under a soft
turquoise fleece: this is my Nirvana -
this is what Heaven means to me