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Living with Mother

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Keep this in mind, motherhubbard, as I get older.

Living With Mother

We dreamed of a time when the kids were grown
To laugh and play the day away
To do the dirty any time any place
Just when ever we wanted
We worked hard and saved and
Thought of the time
We’d have for just you and me
Then ...

This was the first poem I posted on LitNet. It was very hard to let anyone read anything I had written. It's about my Mother when she was sick. I miss her so much some days and wrote it pretty fast during one of those times. Just couldn't think of a title for it. We finally decided on:

In My Hands

You look to me with trust,
your happiness in my care,
your care in my hands,
my hands full of your life.
You became a child
filling my life ...

I have two things I would like to write about today,.
The first is motherhubbard’s poem, Reaching Into Forever. Poppy took a picture I had of mh and her Granny, the one she wrote about in the poem, and posted it to her thread for her. Now everyone can see what she was writing about. Mh and her Granny were great friends and I’m proud of the poem and of Poppy of being so thoughtful. I know that the original Granny would be too.

The second thing is jelly donuts. Jelly donuts may ...

Today is Poppy’s birthday. He is a very young 55. He thinks that is old, and it is a lot older than I am, but it really isn’t old these days. Anyway, he’s acted old since we first got married so his age is just catching up with his brain. Poppy has always been the responsible one in our partnership. He has held the reins and guided us to the right places and gotten us where we are. I appreciate his guidance. My Mother loved Poppy when she was alive. I truly believe that if we had divorced when she ...

Here I am
Alone
Lonely
Locked down
Till time to
Start over
Then I will be
Alone
Lonely
Locked down
Till time to
Start over
Then I will be
Alone
Lonely
Locked down
Till time to
Start over…….