What Language

I speak to my husband in This-ish.I speak to my baby in That-ish.And what language do I think in, you might ask.I think about what I am seeing.I think about what I am doing.And being poetic’s becoming a difficult task.

Savory

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Every sweet thing can be wrapped in red and every sweet word can fit on a card but better than sweet is savory like a promise to do what is hard.

Who Knew?

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Who knew it was going to be so hard?Who knew life wasn’t easy or fair?Who knew? And who was gonna care?Who knew?You knew.And you were there.

Get Up and Go

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Our baby’s always on the move.She wants to get up and gobut no place is safe for her.We watch the news and want to move,to leave, to get up and goto someplace other than earth.

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