Taking care of my special person so I know he is well.
1. I am a stay at home mom and disabled veteran
2. There is 15 years between my last two children
3. When I'm nervous or upset I ramble to much to people
I am hoping my darling is feeling well enough and strong enough to come back to me soon.
Good afternoon and happy Friday everyone. It's raining here and so cold what ya got that can warm me up. I think I've made it through all the entries and there are some amazing writers here including everyone in this fine establishment.
Have a great weekend.
Roses are red
We've had a storm
Thunder and lightening
It sure did perform
Lynn says a new chapter
Sometimes it's so sad
I'm sending her hugs
As it seems to be a fad
I am wandering why my friend is angry.
I am so very grateful for my sweet friends
Of course. We do when we find time. Lilly is a lovely lady
Good evening after the emotional poem I posted today I could use a drink to relax. What do you suggest?
Hope everyone is well.
Growing up birthdays were a reason for the adults in my life to get together and drink. The only time in gradeschool I invited my class to a picnic (my birthday is early June) only one person showed up. Later for my surprise sweet 16 my bf at the time conveniently forgot to invite my friends because they were predominantly male. Again at my 18th bday/graduation/joining the service party again only one person came. Not very good memories.
As an adult I make sure anyone I care for has a special day. Even as far as throwing my husband his first party at 30. I don't get Valentine's day, mother's day, or Christmas I would love to feel special for my bday. I generally get a happy bday from my husband as we go to bed. It definitely hurts.
1. Outside of surgery everytime I've gotten stitches was because of my brother. Over 200 just searching for his bicycle. Almost impaled my face into my mouth.
2. I've stuck a pitch fork through said brothers foot because he wouldn't help with the chores. I also got into my first real fist fight with him because he said I couldn't play football with his friends cause I was a girl. (He's 2 years younger than me but almost a good taller)
3. I raised both my brothers for the most part and today we barely speak do to addiction on their part.
I am happy with my passion piece and awaiting audio for my newest poem.
I am saying good morning to Aly with tight hugs.
Sorry for the language I need to vent......
Do you not even care how much you fucking hurt people. You've taken the most loyal people you'll ever meet and you took their light away. How fucking dare you? You don't even fucking care.
Ok friends of the three poems I've written I've tweaked the one I like the best for the comp and will be posting it today. I hope you all enjoy it as I never have good things to say about my own work. I think I'll have a Hannah. Have a wild and wicked Wednesday
