...but Mom was.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCMIX)
Return home ere dawn, whilst night seems t'avail;
Yet heartburn chases me til napping thence
Would promise faint relief; and if's defense,
Late morning is blasé, the rain which they'll
Assure us shall come tripping through the pale
Light's indecision, proves just what from hence?
Nigh in the wings, the hol'day's keen suspense
What eats at souls, where festive would prevail.
Gifts allus were more of a grief, and poor,
'Sides, I'm too short of cash to set a crew
Beneath our tree. It's lit, has been in tour
Since um, Thanksgiving Day? Guess that shall do.
We've too much work to do today as twere,
And my head's in the clouds. LORD, I need You.
25Dec25a
Jan 1
Jan 1, 2026 at 11:37 AM UTC
...but Mom was.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCMIX)
Return home ere dawn, whilst night seems t'avail;
Yet heartburn chases me til napping thence
Would promise faint relief; and if's defense,
Late morning is blasé, the rain which they'll
Assure us shall come tripping through the pale
Light's indecision, proves just what from hence?
Nigh in the wings, the hol'day's keen suspense
What eats at souls, where festive would prevail.
Gifts allus were more of a grief, and poor,
'Sides, I'm too short of cash to set a crew
Beneath our tree. It's lit, has been in tour
Since um, Thanksgiving Day? Guess that shall do.
We've too much work to do today as twere,
And my head's in the clouds. LORD, I need You.
25Dec25a
My classification apparently is "not good enough."
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