I wanted to start a journal for my daughters so they might see the thoughts and words that came from me. They really don't know that I write with passion. They only see me fluffing pillows and straightening sheets. I wash the dishes and sweep the floors, but only so they have no chores. One day maybe some will see the effort that I take for me. The pleasures in this life are few so I will capture them for you. I didn't mean to flow this way, a journal should have more to say. Why can't I stop the rhyme? The madness of it comes this time. I wonder if they have the same...thoughts, dreams, hopes of change? Stop it now I beg of thee...please muse I'm tired just let me be. I can not write these words just now, so I will save them for a time later in life. WOW, there it stopped. I can go back to being just me...Mom...maker of things. Until then...I will tuck my muse away.
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That is just awesome you know, nothing like the truth be told!
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Let it out!
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Oh that is funny! Sometimes I wonder what thoughts are going to come oozing out!!
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Nicely written rhyming prose. I love your flow of thoughts, from being 'Mom' to being a poet, with a chatty muse.
You pose some really good questions too, when you wonder what your daughters reactions will be, when they read it. I hope they get that opportunity. Well done. Really brings it home.
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Thank you! I don't know where that came from?? Just had to say it.
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