Rain drops on my window sill
drip, drop, drip, drop and
the sound is so deafening to my ears
weakening my knees and
the fear of what is yet to come
My heart is pounding
as the end reaches its final roar.
The rain is not fading like I thought,
but regaining its strength,
getting ready
to demolish the skies.
The fog is thick,
smoky,
cold and
unwanted,
as the terror waits in the abyss of the night.
Lately I’ve been uninspired
my love for writing not diminishing but placed on hold.
I’ve had so much on my plate;
but now I’m back and so I write this about you,
my number 1# fan.
You know who you are.
In the little time we’ve known each other
I’ve grown to love you
I love you more than you will ever know
and the years feel like a blur.
I will miss you,
everything about you.
I will miss your laughter,
your smile,
the stories,
the cooking
and I can’t forget
the cocktails (LOL).
You came into my life like a breath of fresh air and I will breathe you in as long as I have the ability to do so.
I love you…you know who you are
MY NUMBER 1# FAN.
I’m going insane…I want to yank my hair
The men in my life are driving me to drink
Really, I am a working wife and mother of 3, ALL BOYS “may I say”.
For once I would love to experience this...
get home and be pampered...
go straight to the bathroom
have your bath full of bubbles and
just sit there and relax. “Calgon take me away”
Yeah sweet thoughts interrupted by
“When is dinner, mom do I have clean uniforms, honey have you seen the remote control”
HAYYYYYYYY Mama Mia…
But oh wait, it’s not possible,
A mothers job never ends.
We come home from a hard day at work,
To cook, get the kids ready for the next day, maybe do some laundry and
By the time you take a minute for yourself you are too tired and have no energy for anything else and
I mean ANYTHING else.
So please if I want a glass of wine instead of the cup of tea,
I think I deserve it; after all, my job is 24/7
I’m always on duty, on call,
But never out of SERVICE…
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