When I had a mothermy hair would cascadein curls of auburn perfectiona red velvet bow to accentuate the wave And I’d wear my bestnewly sewn frockwith lace at the neckand fishnet stockingsand patent Mary Janes And the girls giggling with delightwould skip hand-in-handto the school promand the boys shyly perchedagainst the back wall would wonderhow […]
Isolated and incapacitatedI am prohibited from partakingof the influx of information incessantly presented consequently cut offfrom prescribed expectationsdictating costuming and culture external expressions of acceptanceare sorely missing, suggestingan overall lack of self-worth. Interestingly inverse to such conclusionsis the sudden contentment that arisesfrom escaping the mayhem Internal relief overrides dictated performancesurrendering willingly to intrinsic motivationand renewed […]
One Woman's Quest II 
Sometimes it depends on what we tend to give!😜
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Lol. There is that!
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So true!
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Thanks!
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Thank you for the beautiful painting and words. VJ. 💛🧡💗
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😊😘
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Very true, suiting the art perfectly 🙂
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Thank you!
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Love the thought and the art!
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Thanks Sarah. Hope you are well on this stormy day
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This was a difficult lesson for me to learn, but I’m glad I learned it.
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Me too!
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I love this art, it captures the essence of your poem.
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Thanks Heather!
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You’re welcome.
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So true. Too many cannot accept favors, when it will endear them more if they do.
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