Rhymes, Writings, and Confessions to Small Crimes
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A consonant... A vowel...A consonant...A vowel...MAMA...A constant vow...To be the personWho she needs to beWhether she wants toOr choose differently...A face of loveA hand of stengthPowers of giving a warm hug When she would rather shove...Some plan to be a mother...Some take the role of another...No two are the same...All have, Poured out tears like... Continue Reading →
December's storm of the century... Birthed a new worldly energy... Winter's Tornado could not prevail... She was born to battle this hell... He paced to the lyrics of Crazy Train... Heart beating faster than the rain... Fear only a young mother can feel... Yet skin numb to the cold steal... Skies quiet... A Mom's might...... Continue Reading →
Tiny Rosie sat in her room and cried into her pillow, today was an especially difficult day for a 6 year old. She grasped at the ruffles on her bed and buried her face into them. She inhaled the delicate smell of washed sheets, it seemed to make her feel a little better. She raised... Continue Reading →
Rhymes, Writings, and Confessions to Small Crimes 