Another year with the same issue One that I did not subscribe to But each time without fail It arrives. Another day with another friend Sending words of encouragement That it won’t last forever Except forever is here and refuses to leave I want a refund, I never signed up for this Please redirect the mail to someone else Because, Why me? It has been 11 long years, Not that I am counting of course. But at least I am counting something Even if it’s not my blessings And no, I am not surprised...
She is the calm before the storm She is the storm in a teacup She is the cup that keeps on pouring Until She decides to stop or cracks. Whichever comes first. She is loud. She is quiet. She is sunshine on a rainy day And raindrops when the skies are clear She is light She is dark And any other hue in between That God graces her with And all are beautiful in their own right She does not need to dim her light She is in the recipes that have been passed down The photos that grace the mantelpiece...