For us,
the older generation
we took pictures and videos
to remember
The seasons of our lives.
To share with generations;
grandchildren, children,
Our husbands and wives.

Sadly, as we get older
We don’t remember
our old lives
As time grows colder
The memory fades
the reasons we capture
the moment..
The names of the people
in the photographs
escape our recollection

Before it’s too late
we need to
write
at least a paragraph
  of each picture.
Before the memory is lost
from our mind completely
and then they’re just people.

These little paragraphs
added to your photo album
will create a lasting
picture book memoir

Generations
after you were gone,
Your story will live.
Even if you were never
rich and famous,
did something extraordinary,
Such as;
paint, a masterpiece, right a symphony
the point is you lived!

If                  You
 HATE
being.                        
    ­                        ALONE
   YOU
are
                 NOT
Good
COMPANY

To be
nobody
but yourself
in a world,
that’s
doing it’s
best
to make
you
somebody else
Is to
fight
the hardest
battle
you are ever
going to
fight
STOP
fighting

Most may have noticed by now
there are times
When you have to wait
to get on this site
Or  you don’t get on at all.
Only to try back later.
Too many users,
perhaps
Is it the Data issue!
Who knows
If you have poems on here
you don’t want to lose
Your poetry
you may want to
have a back up
Or take a copy
JUST IN CASE
The site crashes
. I’m not trying to
be an ALARMIST,
I’m a REALIST
Facebook TRIED
to issue me a new page
indicating I was a poet and
linking me to this site
is that what’s happening?
Of course
I declined
I don’t want
my poetry on Facebook
so they can sanction it.
Fact-check
Partly misinformation
BS
( excuse my language)
No thank you !!!

If the server says
502 , 503, 504 bad gateway
You can Google any 502  bad gateway
and it will give you
the reason why

there’s issues.
Have never happened
in the 25 years
I’ve been writing poetry.
On line.
Since this is not a real poem
Just acknowledge your name thumbs up if it’s happening to you, I’m curious to see how many it’s affected

Abortion pill,
if put in pharmacies
Allowing anyone,
regardless of age
Availability
no parent supervision
REQUIRED!

Home bathrooms
in America
Are turned into an
ABORTION CENTER
without trained help

They are advertising “it’s SAFE “
“ the same as taking a Tylenol”.

A girl holding a
20 to 24 week
FETUS
in her hands
Wrapped in a ****** towel  
A Motionless, baby
(4 to 6 months old)

This young girl
told no one.
Her ***** secret
hidden
from the world
Now exposed  

Confusion, bewilderment
Her body shaking, in shock
she’s crying uncontrollably.

Ironically
She walks into a birthing center
where pregnant mothers
Are Practicing lamaze.
Preparing for the birth
of their babies
  
Scared, she looks around
For a kind face
Help and understanding
Unfortunately
They’re pregnant bellies
only adds to her pain

Clearing her throat,
her voice cracks,
choking on her tears
she yells
“what do I do with THIS?
“I was not told”
“ it was gonna be like this”!
“not what I went through”

She Tries not to remember
Vivid imagery
floods her mind
over and over in her head
She looks into the toilet to see
A head, arms, legs,
and lots of BLOOD.

Does she flush IT down?
Or scoop IT out?
try to rescue IT Or
Will IT need to be buried?
Is IT a person Or is IT trash?

Every time
she visits her home bathroom
she will relive
the horror of everything.
the totality of what happened,
sinks in. PTSD begins.

Complications,
compound the situation;,
A body part left inside,
infection, hemorrhaging,
possible loss of her own life.

A woman’s right
to CHOOSE .
One side see a BABY,
The other side, see IT
WHOSE RIGHT’S

Will you walk
a while with me

a loving heart,
who has eyes to see
when stars shine
over the darken sea

the quiet rest
at the end of the day
while all else sleep
I cry and pray

will you walk
a while with me

a friend who knows
and cares to say
stay strong, my dear
I am always near

sweet words that cheer
my questioning heart,
no matter how distant
we are never apart

will you walk
a while with me

in spirit, the Lord
takes my hand
with tearful eyes
I search for answers
in the kindness
of His soul

until the pain
will let me go.

Will you
walk a while
with me?

I have a past
However
I don’t live there
Anymore
I live in the present
God’s gift
A new day
to begin again
Tomorrow is promised
to no man
the future
is only known to
God
we are given
free will
use it wisely

Thank You
God
For
This
Beautiful
Day

Thank You
God
For
Making It
Just
This
Way

Thank You
God
For
Sunshine
On my
Face.

Thank You
God
For
Your
Loving
Grace

When and Where
Murphy’s Law
came into existence
I really don't care!
Who the heck is
Murphy?
And WHY does He make the laws
The loud noice of the refrigerator
Could be heard down the hall
I knew It was only a matter of time
Murphy’s Law
While in the Hospital
For my total knee replacement
Which turned out to be complicated
By removal of screws
12 inch Incision
Murphy’s Law
The pharmacy refused
to fill my pain meds because they are opids
My surgeon argued with insurance and the pharmacy while
I sat in the car 112 degrees heat
It took four days to fill meds
Use ice the pharmacy advised
Murphy’s law
The refrigerator broke
Released from the hospital
In a wheel chair I entered Best Buy
Purchased the refrigerator
that delivered quickest
Overpriced, paid too much
All the food I had went bad
Murphy’s law
My husband found out he need
Emergency Surgery for Cancer
Murphy’s law
A much needed trip to the market
To stock up, had to be done
Murphy’s law
The  Electric cart was bumpy
jerking my knee, pain spasms
The cart broke down
I was only half done
Murphy’s law
My husband needed to take a cab
Home after his surgery
as I could not drive
and he could not drive home
Murphy’s Law
The hospital would not
release him to a cab driver
I had to take a cab
to pick up my husband
Murphy’s Law
I could not get into
the cab without assistance
The cab driver was not
permitted to touch me
In tears, sliding myself
into the back seat
Murphy’s Law
The surgery center wanted
me to come inside
the cab driver said
If you get out of the car
You must pay first
then we will count the wait time
It would be considered a new fare
I stayed in the car
Murphy’s Law
It cost 68 dollars
to drive 12 minutes
plus  my husbands previous fare
we paid over 150 dollars
High way robbery
Murphy’s law
His surgery was must worse then  Anticipated plus
My knee is now infected
Both of us are unable
to help care for the other
Murphy
I like to tell you
what I think of your laws?
but I’m a Lady
Have you heard the expression
it could always be worse?

An Optimus
Believes
their.                           glass
       half.                         full.
A pessimist
Believes  
their                              glass
half.                     empty.
Together
their glasses
Perfectly
Full
How do you…………… perceive the world.

Growing up
When we kids said
“IM BOARD”
our parent’s reply
“Read a GOOD BOOK”
Escaping to the pages for
adventure and delight
I was hooked.
A life time of reading
Excitement and anticipation.
Open the doors of
Barns and Noble
The smell of new books
permeates the air.
Close your eyes
Breath!
The quest for
Wisdom
One can learn
Anything
from a Book
The endless
Possibilities
Knowledge
Once obtained
No man can take
From you.
Paper back, hard back or
Leather bound
Text books
My favorite
Run your hand down her spine
Slowly open to feel
The ease at which
She presents her
Secrets.
The more difficult
The subject matter
The more rewarding
When you crack
Her inner truth.
That
Ah ha moment
When you grasp
The concepts
At the very foundation.
The day we stop
Seeking, Learning
Growing
Is the day
We die.
Have you read a
GOOD BOOK
LATELY !

We want it all
we want it now
we don’t care what
We don’t care how

How do you like it
More, more, more
Who has the most toys
we’re always keeping score

Life in a instance

Drive through food
Meals on wheels
Home delivered *****
The alarm clock on snooze

no need to leave the house
Dating!, looking for
a lazy fat louse spouse 

Flaunting  our wealth
for all to see
Are we
ugly Americans
you and me?

Ken and Barbie
has it all
is that our role model
an empty doll

When the only thing that matters
is the color of your skin
it’s all politics
no one can win

I don’t recognize America today
The things people do and say
Predator or prey
Chaos NOW reigns supreme
The evilness in a human being

When wrong is right and right is wrong
No longer a dance, no longer a song
People want to destroy it all
Libberty or Tierney
it’s your call

As a child
I thought  
God
was crying  
when it rained.
For several years
that sentiment
remained
Growing into youth
I believed
Angels
poured out the rain
to feed our
planet
Cleaning, polishing,
diamonds and granite.
The Man of lawlessness
Walks in the world today
destroying
God’s
creation in every way
A time will come
with no more
RAIN
people will go
insane
God‘s
wrath said
let it burn
Humans
had their turn
what did they learn!

I Died
And was sent back
My soul cried
I slipped into a coma
for four days.
My essence
amazed
In the corner
of my room
An Angel
was present
No longer a tomb
I knew
I was not alone
Much to repent
Atone
No words spoke
Yet much said
PURE LOVE
it’s all in the contents
of my head
We all have a purpose;

WHY ARE YOU HERE?

Perhaps the most important
question to ponder
my dear

I’d rather
sit
at the children’s
table
In honest sincerity
Then
listen to
The boastful
Lies
Of grown-ups

Fully.    Empty
Pretty.                     Ugly
Act                       naturally
Open.                  Secret
Group             Silence
Original.    Copy
Only choice
Liquid gas
The.         worst.  
Of                   These  
Social.                         Distancing

Valentine’s Day is upon hooray
I’m offering a little adventure
we can play
there are many heart felt poems
written in a poets book
If a poet is willing to show their work
then let’s join together and take a second look.
I have no plans to compile your poems
I just thought it would be nice to read
There are so many styles of poetry indeed
Here is my plan
Post the name of your poem  
down below
We can Sample from poets far and wide
The love poets have experienced should not hide
At our leisure one by one
we can feel a poet’s spirit of
love under the sun
And the fun begins
This is not about who wins
I’ll go first my poem

Valentine’s Day ( revised1986)

My third grade teacher
used this phrase often
I never understood It
BUT I knew it mean
Be quiet shush
NOW with what is going on in the world
it takes on the opposite meaning.
IF you catch my drift.

SILENCE
IS                     GOLD
SO
GET              RICH
QUICK

In the face of injustice we must stand for what we believe in
for what is morally right honest and decent
united we stand divided we will fall

This is the hardest thing
For me to say
Harder still to have gone through
The Whole ordeal

I have COPD on oxygen
Walk with a cane
surgery set my 2nd total knee replacement

DOMESTIC ABUSE
Physical violence
Elderly abuse   
It happens to others
not me

My ***** secret
Of blame and shame
It’s my fault
if I wouldn’t have
done this or that
It wouldn’t have happened
If only

I  deserved it
Why is the negative stuff
easier to believe

My adult daughter
My only child
Love of my life
Hit me,hurt me
Beat me up
She went for my lungs punching
My knee so I couldn’t walk

Cold and calculated then because
Inadvertently scratched her
Trying to get her off of my chest
I couldn’t breath

Stunned by the scratch
She went to see what I had done
Came out with a curling iron
Beat me with it until the
medal Part broke off
on my legs and knees

She Calling the police because she had a mark
I begged her to put the phone down
I told her "you don’t think I have marks"
She wanted me to suffer in jail
With no medications

Subsequently she was arrested
Assalt with a weapon
In the end
She will blame It all on me
I’m Still trying to wrap my head
Around what happened

I’m stunned
To see  deep dark hatred
In the eyes

Of my only child
My loved one
Hatred me enough to
Get on top of me punching me
In my chest
I couldn’t breath

I have cuts and bruises  
That will fade
But most importantly
Harder still is the realization
I am not safe
around her
I’m so devastated

After reflection, contemplation
I believe
It’s stems from money
I received an inheritance
She thinks , She is entitled

When money was no longer
Forthcoming
Anger,hatred was unleashed
From the pit of hell

The flood of other events
Of bullying ,aggressive behavior
Verbal and physical
Her whole life
Came to mind

I blocked it all out
Until it was pointed out to me
I have to accept
My part in all this
I let her escape the consequences of her youth
I created a monster
With my good intentions
No one is perfect
Children do not come with an instruction manual

That being said
I did not raise her to be disrespectful
To lie,cheer, steel
Break the Ten Commandments

Although she lives a few hours away
I’m still afraid
I hate feeling helpless, weak

I dream she is
Standing over me
With a knife
Wanting to **** me

Then I wake up
I’m not coping
I need help

I’m morning the loss of
my only child
Who grew willful and wild
I can NEVER be safe around her

This realization
Has me in effect
Morning the loss
of our Relationship
Of my only child

The grandchildren
Have been a part of my life
A third parent at times
I have very strong connections
With each of them

I will not
Let her use them as pons
In her games
Hostages against me
It stops now

Her  jealousy
Loathing, dispise of me
Has only deepened through her life
I’m the reason for every bad thing that happens
No matter if I’m around or not

We all have secrets we carefully hide
Things that happen
That should never be silent inside
Elderly abuse
It’s silly
I don’t think of me as old
But over the age of 55 I’m told
When your child
Hits you with hatred
Yelling  obsenities
The  derogatory comments
***** looks
Bullying
These things
Don’t just happen to children
It’s happened for many years
Worsening through the the fears
Angered by my tears
I’m trying to understand why
This happened to me
I am a strong woman
With love in my heart
My grand children
Are caught in the middle
consequence is little
you can't unring the BELL
after the shame
who would I tell

In the dark
Quiet sparks
Wee hours,
Of the night
lack of sleep
I fight

While millions sleep
My mind
floods
Thoughts,
Words seep

You simply can't shut,
Your brain down
Quieting the mind,
Only comes from  
Writing time

Only when,
All that must come out
Has come through,
Satisfying without a doubt
greatest peace I ever knew

Love of my life  
His beloved wife
He barks
I bite
bickering  never ends
I try to smile
pretend
Married  to my best
friend
what happened to us?
The next day
I write a note
let’s start again
try to make amends
inevitably
His endless
Drinking
wins the day
nothing
else to say
what was I
thinking!
The warning
lights
are blinking
Every night
another vicious
Fight
  cycle repeat
neither one
will retreat
He in his room
I in mine
Is this how
we will spend
  the end of
Time?
What happened to
Until  death, do we part
To our hearts
To love, honor, cherish
Did our love parish
are we  blind
Each path
we walk
alone
in silence we reflect
atone
what will we find
this is his
that is mine
can we possibly
rewind?
Hoping to find the love
we once knew
When two hearts came together
we grew
The love we both knew
Perhaps
we need to take
the road less
traveled
I’m willing to
TRY
no more tears
Do
I
CRY

Even

A                     Tiny

Flea

Can                                 Drive

A          Big.       Dog

CRAZY

Through the dark years

For better or worse
ignorant, trusting
It was the kind of thing
that happened
to other people
not us
Our bond was strong
a lasting love

He tried to hide
His mistress

Betrayed, how brazen
Right under my nose
WHY did he give her
His soul ?

Sneaking out
to get a taste of her
laughing in delight
She gave her all

The smell of her
lingers on his lips
fooling no one
except himself

Lying  eyes
standard denial
finally

I found them together
as he was
just finishing her

Caught in the act
I had to see  
who stole my man

Face to Face
stunned, disbelief
I could never compete
measure up
now,
I knew her name
*****

To the man of my dreams
HIS KISS
  A kiss to long for
His lips first met mine
I long for more
He kissed my neck, then
Beneath my ear
A flood of ecstasy arose
To form a lump
In my throat
A whisper
Escaped my mouth
“No Please No”
Kissing harder
He could feel
My trembling body
Wanting, needing, begging
“Yes Please Yes”
  As time stood still
I lost myself
In the warmth of
HIS KISS

Another Day
Older
Another Day
Bolder

Women have it made
Queen of Sheba
In the shade

My hair
turning gray  
Dyed to my natural color
A younger apperence
Old age
washed  away

Older are Older
The clock ticks
Fewer and Fewer
the men pick

The crazy things
I used to do and say
Are only memories,
fantasies of today

Older and Wiser
PERHAPS
Now I take
Sunday Naps

You
Search for it
Strive for it
Long for it

Then
Watch it
slip
Through
your fingers
The moment
you
obtain it

Let it go
Stop
chasing it
Happieness
Will find
you
When you
find
Yourself

IT—-———————-TAKES
A—————STRONG—————MAN
TO——————————————LOVE
A————­—————————WOMAN
YET———————————————IN
HIS—————————WEAKNESS
HE——————­———————IS
EVEN———-——STRONGER
IN———————-HER
LOVE

No
I do not Like
Valentine’s Day
I WISH
It would Please
Just go AWAY

If you are
Married or in Love
Valentine’s Day
Comes from Cupid
Angels up Above

Deliveries to Work
The Gifts
Of Candy and Flowers
Evening Plans
Romantic Candlelight Dinner
Lasting for Hours
Followed by
Hugs and Kisses
And many
Sweet untold Wishes

However if you Are
Alone or Single
This Day is
An empty Heart
That sadly Tingles

One by One each Co-worker
Receives their Deliveries  
Their glances of Pity
Adds to my Miseries
Their words of Sympathy
Only deepen my Pain
Hoping for
This day to END
Before I go INSANE

A Day
RUBBED
IN MY FACE
Now Bitter Lonely Sadness
Are my
Only Grace

Hurtful memories of
Old verse New
Dinner for ONE
Instead of for TWO

No,
I do not Like
Valentine’s Day
I WISH
It would Please
Just Go AWAY

There was a Time
When I too Received
Many Deliveries
Before the days of Now
And my Miseries  

My Heart my Love
Did no come Home
Nor did HE
Call on the Telephone
No Hash Words
No Fight

I spent Valentine’s Night
Staring out the window
ALONE
His behavior
I don’t
Won’t  
Condone

I Cried
Myself to Sleep
I Thought
Life
Couldn’t be
More Bleak
Wondering is 
THIS my LIFE?
That of
A New young Wife!

He came Home
After a Night
At the BAR
He bought me Flowers
But
Left them in the Car

The next Day
When I AWOKE
Not a Word
between  Us
We SPOKE

Retrieved From
The Car FLOOR
I was SHOCKED
When he Strolled
Through the Door

He brought IN
The Flowers
Putting them
In a Vase
You should Have
SEEN
The look on My
FACE

Two Dozen Beautiful
Long stemmed ROSES
had WILTED
Like OUR Love
Empty and  Jilted

I  Took
A pair of Scissors
From the Drawer  
By the Bed
Cutting the Roses
ONE by ONE
At the Base
of the Bulb
HEAD

Silently
I set Down
The Scissors
Without
Placing Blame
My husband
Said Nothing
Only Hung
His Head
In SHAME

I made it Clear
I never want ROSES
On Valentine’s Day
We NEVER
Spoke of IT
What is the
POINT
Anyway

No
I don't Like
Valentine’s Day
I WISH
It would Please
Just go AWAY

There are times in life
When
You are silent
Yet
The words are working
Themselves
Out
Until the day
You
Can set them
Free
The deeper the issues
The longer
the
Silence
I’m not ready
Yet
I’m here
Breathing, hurting
Taking a pause

It started over night
Attached the innocent
That’s not right

The army to many to count
I stand alone
A calculated defense I mount
I will NEVER accept defeat
My four innocent babies
Lay listless at my feet

Exhausted My Open wounds need treatment
At the end of the day
But that’s little cosilation
Compared to what my babies are suffering
Not a word do they say
Bewildered looks of confused pain
Swollen welts track their skin
The sadness in their eyes
the situation they are in
Their Backs, arms and legs
Mark the horrors of the day
They just want mommy to
Make it go away
I know they don’t understand
not sure what to say
At least  I try
They still show love, exceptence I want to cry
They give unconditional love
Only this grace comes from
Heaven God above
This gives me the courage to FIGHT
Planning my attack  strategy

As I prepare dinner
I make a list
We may be battered swollen bruised
But we are not broken or defeated

My tools are depleted
FLEAS don’t care who they attack
I have bites on me a well
at first I didn’t know why I couldn’t tell

Now Im winning
Armed with the Internet knowledge
I have become an entomologist
Arradicating the species
It’s to early to tell
Half past two a.m.
No sleep again tonight
Oh well
We are all sleeping
With one eye on our surroundings
A false sense of safety
As cautious optimism dances
In my head
There are no more fleas
on my dogs, in my bed
Carpet, drapery, bedding
Its a  tremendously large task to complete

Struggling to prepare a list before
I nod off my to sleep
I will not
can not
accept defeat

If you don’t get a handle quickly
on these fleas
They will take over
One female can lay 200 eggs
Diatomaceous earth food grade
  The ultimate destruction
It’s Considered the best natural alternative
Safe for humans and animals
Kills bugs

Autobiography and memoirs  
Are more then just a way
To share stories
They can keep family in touch
Sharing yesterday and today
Accolades and glories

When we have passed on
Your memories will fade in to gone
Who will remember our life
Our children, husband, wife
It’s the memories we share
For those to read and care
Told directly by you the more you give
The Stronger your voice will live

With sites such as  
Ancestry and family tree
Our next Generation can learn and see
However Only Legacy story can be told
A deeper perspective as we grow old

Writing your  autobiography  
  book of short stories,memories to share
From youth to old age secrets are there
Every emotion from joy to pain
Life’s lesson our refrain

If you choose a  memoir to share
A  specific time frame is centered there
A detailed event or period Is time
Sharing what you learned
The good the bad  exposing the crime  

Everybody has a story to tell
Situations create life’s joy or hell
an exceptional life have one
Every story is different Once you begun

I have kept a journal, diary books
since  the age 12 twelve I started writing
I was hooked
Capturing the emotion
in the moment
Our heart a deap ocean
its powerful, accurate writing what I saw
Yes sometime exstreamly raw
An actual account what you saw
did ,feel ,the whole ordeal

In some cases
you’ll have to change the names
to protect the guilty
face it, we’re all guilty of something

People like stories
that are based on real events
if you seek publication

Carpe Deim
Time is of the essence
Society is fascinated with
Stories of the past
Your voice, spirit will last
You will be celebrated remembered
A relatable story people will grasp

56% of the world
Do not believe in religion
In God

I wonder how they determine
The difference between right and wrong
IF the doctrine does not exist
Then the 10 Commandments
Do not have meaning
Since it’s in the Bible

  How is the moral compass defined  
A Very famous atheist defined
The moral compass
Two principal rules;

1)   IF it feels good do it
2)  If it’s good for me,it’s good
If it hurts me, it’s bad

  Religion as a whole Is under attack
Those who read the Bible know
This is foretold in the book of Revelations
  
We are all human we make mistakes
  No Religion is perfect
   Just because some members are bad
Does not make the entire Religion bad

If we exterminate the Doctrine
Where does that leave us
AS A SOCIETY

Just look at the world today
With LACK of moral fortitude
How do we wrap our heads around
Children that **** their sibling or parents
MASS shootings; in churches, at concerts
In Schools, nowhere is safe
With No defined reason WHY
  People are angry, demanding protection
  With no answers, safety is an Illusion
How far will you go
To protect someone you love  

Were do we go from here
Atheist want Christian to not only
Except their way of life BUT
To also denounce their beliefs
  If the Christians doesn’t fall in line
They’re branded biased and prejudice
  What about a Christian’s right  
To practice their religion

Christians plant seeds
Searching for Devine intervention
And their purpose of life
But are Crucified for their belief
Because they are unwilling
To sacrifice their eternal soul
Christian Are bullied to teach beliefs
to their children
That are in direct conflict to their religion
  Atheist use the word TOLERANCE
      
What atheist’s should understand
Christian’s can love a person
but not except their actions,
We inherently know right from wrong
We are all brothers and sisters in Christ
  It is not for a Christian to judge another
THAT IS GOD’S JOB

For those who don’t BELEIVE
In a higher power
Am I to understand that
The sum of all life is
To get up,go to work,
Search for the almighty dollar
Go home, go to bed, wake up
To do it again, and again...
The only purpose to
Keeping up with the Jones
Buying,  acquiring, collecting,
Brand names, flashy things  
Is THAT the motivational  goal of life  

Is That as good as it gets ?
At the end of life, to die
Fade to nothing, no afterlife
  
He who dies with the most toys wins!!
It’s about stuff????
  Does that mean
YOU are the God of your world

If
ANY little
Word
of  ours
Can Makes
ONE life
The brighter
If
Any little
SONG
WE sing
Can make
One heart
The lighter
GOD
Help us
TO Speak
That little
Word
Find
Our voice
Rejoicing in
Our singing
Then
drop it
In some
lovely SOUL
And set the
ECHOES  
ringing

Is a birthday a birthday without
A celebration
A child of God on his creation

Is a birthday a birthday without
A cake
The sweet smell plus the time it took to make

Is a birthday a birthday without
Blowing out candles hot dripping wax
57 candles fire to the max

is a birthday a birthday without
Singing the song
A sadness lingered all day long

it a birthday a birthday without
A friend to share it with
Or are all these reasons just a myth

Pouring Rain   fierce winds   rocked my car
I walked the mall
Beauty Salon straighten my hair
No one to notice or care
shopped
Victoria Secrets, things I did not need but made me smile
The happness only lasted a short while
Sees candy, picked out my favorite kind
Still sad loneliness on my mind
Bed bath and beyond; rosewater candles
Surely the scent would cheer my mood
Perhaps
Chinese’s food
wonton soup and *** stickers To take home
Painful knee ended my time to roam
Reading comments,well wishers who
remembered my Birthday
I’m done celebrating now
ready for it to go away

Text messages Facebook too
I wish I understood I wish I knew
Why I feel this way
Tomorrow
will be
a bright
new day