Uniqueness of a friend is few and far between.
There is not a mile too far for a mother such as ours.
They are there upon our every call, patient until the end.
Longing for a phone call
Waiting for us there.
Mothers Day has not been forgotten, as mothers can say it all.
Giggles to the end as your heart will sing with rumors of laughter, as children fill the hall, singing hallelujah to all, this Mothers Day laughter for all.
Jan 20, 2020
Jan 20, 2020 at 10:40 AM UTC
Heart hard as coal
Black as a hole
Loneliness to fill the void
A bottle or two to
mend the pain
Bar to find a friend
or two
Time will change
the fading brawl
that will live forever
deep inside
Crushed against the wall
of bitter strife
Bona fide life is in
hours of darkness
It seems burden
of no significance
Void of Truth
Mends the ends
As loneliness seems to have found a friend
Darla Marr
Jun 30, 2019
Jun 30, 2019 at 6:12 PM UTC