My brother used to beat me
My mother used a switch
My wife cut up my yearbook
My kids must think I’m rich
My grandkids overrun me
And cause me daily strife–
I guess it’s pretty obvious
I’ve been loved all my life
My brother used to beat me
My mother used a switch
My wife cut up my yearbook
My kids must think I’m rich
My grandkids overrun me
And cause me daily strife–
I guess it’s pretty obvious
I’ve been loved all my life
Thank you for sharing your beautiful words and pictures! I tagged you 😊
https://pilgrimage.studio/2020/03/22/ten-things-that-make-me-happy-tag/
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Thank you! Anytime!😁
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I love the crisp sentences of this poem. If meant lightly, I will even smile. 🙂
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Yes, I hope the reader sees the love between the lines. Thank you!!
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