Faint at the sight of needlesa squeamish gene, I’m sure Suck it up, adult self admonishesChild looks away, breath held Sixty-two years its been thustoo many pokes to count And now there is new promisea vaccine to ward off the virus Hope reduced to one tiny vialbelieve me, this sleeve’s rolling up. (Written for Reena’s […]
For every childvowed to be the calyxto cradle each budding soulwith a tender heart But I am imperfectideals devolvingin the face of losscross unbearable Tend my own garden nowrecognizing the powerof example overridingoppression of control. (Image my own)
Concrete is cold, imposingdoes nothing for aesthetics At least we’re protected,I tell the littles, ignoring Snot dripping, slimeoozing from unsealedwindowsills, cobwebsand bits of shedding pink It’s the best I can do:four walls and a roof. Except the ceilingis bulging, mold and rotcertain to rain down on us While upstairs, the manignores the leaks, luxuriatesin his […]
It’s like reading a private journal entry, how lovely.
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Thanks Paul.
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Pleasure VJ
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I, too, am an unashamed fan of pink!
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Yahoo!
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😀
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I know what you mean about pink as a child. Never my choice, as it usually meant something fancy or something that would slow me down. Also it was my sister’s typical choice (there’s a big reason right there LOL)
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Lol. Thanks.
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well done V.J. 🙂
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Great phrase: contours of pink
Acquired a new coffee mug for the Airstream that Gary will easily recognize as “hers”.
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hahaha – how are the travels going? Summer has definitely arrived here with hot, hot, hot. Thanks, Jazz.
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Lovely!
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Thank you!
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