A day in the life of a Mom, ever changing non-stop fun. The world is spinning like the washing machine, nonstop till the load is clean.
Evil blood flows through my veins I need to suck the toxins out.
Wouldn’t it be better,
if you left it unsaid,
I have found my creative juices flow best in a outstretched position vs sitting upright. I wrote a little poem to…
In my arms I hold you
in my heart you’ll stay
The space between too short
or too long.