Living with Mother -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 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 had the pleasure of a trip down to old London town yesterday, which is a pretty long train journey for me. I actually really enjoy long journeys speeding along the line watching the world change outside your window. When I left my home it was raining pretty liberally, but after an hour or so the clouds thinned and there was vivid blue skies and glorious sunshine. On the way home I saw the most amazing clouds, I didn't have my camera so I couldn't take a photo (sadly), but they were fantastic, ...
Updated 07-05-2009 at 06:37 AM by TheFifthElement
I'm not too sure what has happened in my household, but all of a sudden I seem to be really busy again. I think it has to do with cramming a couple more activities into my already hectic days. I've been managing to keep up going to the gym each day, and I'm happy to say that I'm dropping off pounds at a nice steady rate. I'd already lost some weight before I began visiting the gym, but I had stagnated at about 155. I've lost almost another 10 pounds in the last three weeks, or ...
told in all honesty it cut a swift sharp trail through her bleeding cold heart she watches his lips telling his story eyes fill overflowing sad little tears fall deadly arrow striking touch left with no choice there in the shop long after he departed staring at the empty chair sitting at the ...
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