so you can
tell me
your biased
opinions on
how a mother
should be
and i can
point out i
make more
than mine
and you say,
yes, that is
the problem.
despite your
preconcieved
notions i think
we will still
make a good team,
someday because
in general i think
like you: i will
work to pay
for our bills, the
roof overhead and the
burnt toast i serve you
with every fiber of
compassion i can muster.
Author notes
guh.
oh, disagreements over the phone. we should savor these moments, right?
i just wanted to get it out, man, although i dunno if this constitutes as shit.
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The reality of life is simply this: There are lots of days where you just survive. You don't get to grow, or feel something profound, or solve a major problem. Some days are just about all that little stuff and that is mostly what life is about.
But here is one thing that will always serve you well. Give yourself a present every day. Doesn't have to be a big deal. An extra cup of coffee, a hot bath, a good book, a moment watching the sun slip under the horizon. The point is, it is something you do for yourself and you cherish it. You'd be surprised how that can make all the rest of it seem a little more bearable.
An excellent poem. So very honest and stripped of all pretense and ostentation -- it is low-key and the verbiage rings true. This represents a universal slice-of-life.
Garrison
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I like how you used Fiber in a stanza about toast
because it's a pun! -
"i will
work to pay
for our bills, the
roof overhead and the
burnt toast i serve you
with every fiber of
compassion i can muster"
it reminds me of a cracked family
in a somewhat beautiful way.
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Hehe ...I know its not funny but that last stanza is rather bitter sweet. There is a lot of dissapointment and hurt oozing from your lines. I like its sincere style and cut clean format.
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