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Sink me! The lady's a poet!: Grumpa
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The lady's a poet! I doubt you need a description after the title. Wednesday, November 9, 2011. I don't think you knew I called you that in my head. I was never quite brave enough to say it to your face,. But somehow I kind of think you would have liked it. I'm sad that your great-grandson won't get to meet you,. I'm sad that I won't get to sit and listen to your stories again. At least, not here in this life. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). The Poetess and her daughter. View my complete profile.
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Sink me! The lady's a poet!: June 2011
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The lady's a poet! I doubt you need a description after the title. Friday, June 24, 2011. My totally amazing excuse. Okay, so, I have a really good excuse for not writing every day in May. TWO really good excuses actually. The first one, I got fired from my job. (never been fired before, that was interesting.) So I was busy figuring that out. Also, unbeknownst to me, I'd started growing a little baby inside of me! Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). The Poetess and her daughter. View my complete profile.
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Sink me! The lady's a poet!: February 2015
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The lady's a poet! I doubt you need a description after the title. Thursday, February 26, 2015. Pass on the Pain. Kids today got no respect. It's 'cause the parents all neglect. To whup them like they're supposed to do. I was whupped when I was young. I was told to mind my tongue. And it's what I intend to do to you. If you don't pass on the pain. Tell me, what will you gain? His mother looks into his eyes. She knows that he's been telling lies. She wonders why he's scared to tell the truth.
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Sink me! The lady's a poet!: November 2011
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The lady's a poet! I doubt you need a description after the title. Monday, November 14, 2011. You flutter and bump,. A lost bird inside me. My skin moves for you, with you. You have such power! To make me love you,. Every second of the day. My worries are of you,. My joys are of you,. My life is become you,. Strong, fragile thing. Wednesday, November 9, 2011. I don't think you knew I called you that in my head. I was never quite brave enough to say it to your face,. At least, not here in this life.
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Sink me! The lady's a poet!: September 2012
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The lady's a poet! I doubt you need a description after the title. Friday, September 7, 2012. Here's a blanket to keep you warm. I'm your mother, I'll keep you safe from harm. Let them wash away all your fears. Here's a bandaid. Show me the place. Rest awhile within my arms embrace. Then, son of mine, dry your eyes! Keep on chasing those sunny skies. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). The Poetess and her daughter. View my complete profile. In case you get lost, here's a map. The most fabulous and awesome Debra!
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Sink me! The lady's a poet!: POAS
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The lady's a poet! I doubt you need a description after the title. Thursday, October 18, 2012. A wish and a prayer,. Wond'ring if you are there. Hoping, my child,. Is this hope far too wild? Am I ready for this? HOw I long to kiss. Your cheeks and your nose,. Count all of your toes,. And yet I'm so scared! I don't think I'm prepared. For something so small,. So fragile, so all. Though we've never met,. And I'm not sure you exist,. I just can't resist. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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Sink me! The lady's a poet!: October 2011
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The lady's a poet! I doubt you need a description after the title. Tuesday, October 25, 2011. While you're at work. I miss you when you're gone. The house is always so still. I'll be glad when the baby comes,. These quiet hours to fill. I miss you when you're gone. My thoughts are away with you,. Waiting for your key in the lock,. Your home-again face in view. I miss you when you're gone. Your touch, your smile, your hair. I ache for your arms around me. When the missing's hard to bear. Fellow bloggers, ...
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Sink me! The lady's a poet!: July 2014
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The lady's a poet! I doubt you need a description after the title. Monday, July 7, 2014. When in the Heavenly Realms I'm crowned thy Queen,. Enthroned forever at thy perfect side. Thy kiss shall be circlet enough I ween,. My royal scepter thy fingers entwined! Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). The Poetess and her daughter. I'm a happily married stay at home mom. I love to write poetry, read, cook and be creative. My parents unschooled me, and my husband and I plan to unschool our two amazing children.
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Sink me! The lady's a poet!: May 2011
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The lady's a poet! I doubt you need a description after the title. Wednesday, May 11, 2011. I'm writing this by cell-phone light. While my husband sleeps. His arm is around me, and the night. Silence is filled with beeps. As I keep the light going. From upstairs a melody. As I talk with Him,. Seems as tongues of angels. Singing far and dim. My husband's leatherman multi-tool. Is a spaceship from Uklor. He told me so. I bought you at the farmer's market. You will taste good later,. But I am full right now.
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Sink me! The lady's a poet!: October 2010
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The lady's a poet! I doubt you need a description after the title. Wednesday, October 27, 2010. Bound for a time,. My choice to fight my halter,. To kick against the pricks. To break my pasterns against the stall. Tangle myself in the lead lines. Of those who would guide me. To chafe and bleed,. Wild to break myself. Deliver myself to the nacker. With my desperate unruly ways. Or shall I submit myself to Thee? Shall I take Thy bridle,. Learn Thy gaits,. Shall I humble myself to serve Thee? But then the g...
