I am still mourning The painful defeat and loss There is no love here....
This love makes it bearable when I remember that I am still too young to be a single mother. And it brings some hope when I remember it’s the only thing I have left of you.
I know I'm too much It's you I crave to touch To stay away I cannot To leave, I think not
On precious occasions, Margaret will share with me stories of her childhood, her teen years and stories from as recent as 40 years ago. She is a walking, talking history lesson. All of her stories have a purpose.
In scorching heat of summer I dream of frosty winter
I didn't feel the need to justify my beliefs but I did feel the need to let him how inappropriate his verbal attack was. I reminded him Lily was watching. He didn't care. He kept insulting me.
Before I could get to the stairs Santa appeared in front of the fire place. He dropped his bag, it hit the floor with a soft thud, almost inaudible. A soft groan escaped his lips as he placed the palm of his hands on his lower back and stretched. He looked exhausted.
Hand in hand. Quiet footsteps that didn’t break the silence. She looked up at me and smiled.
Because my hourglass seemed full, I had not given thought, To cherish every grain within, a lesson just now taught. Like gunpowder, instead of sand, our time in little mounds A careless spark from destiny, releasing death’s dark hounds.
I don't want to miss out anymore. I don't want to have a perfect house and life that looks like I have my act together when I am not able to enjoy life as it passes me by.
Developing the ability to be able to stand up and express a Perspective that is contrary to the prevailing "Supposed to be;" is one of the major values in all of this.
To forget my love for thee Sleep forever sleep, Dream forever dream.