Retribution:

His eyes bore into hers,

Just for a second,

And in that moment,

She saw his fantasy of her,

– how he wanted her.

 

But divine retribution,

Always has its way,

And she would not,

Make him a victim,

Of her love;

Just another casualty.

 

So she released him,

Back to domestication,

Quite like a balloon.

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Daddy, I’m running on empty…

Is that you, daddy? Is that you haunting me? It’s time to say goodbye, So take your noose and fly.   I’ll blow you a kiss, But just remember this, Don’t take it the wrong way, Don’t make me regret, Having my say.   Because little girls don’t know, They just don’t know, daddy, And more

More Snapshots of my life:

 

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The needlework that I saw at NGV almost made me wish I did that for a vocation instead of being a writer πŸ™‚
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Just so much detail…

One of the proudest moments of my life – My Son’s Debutante Ball:

 

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Don’t Fence Me In:

She couldn’t be owned,

Freedom was her only desire,

The men came and offered,

Themselves to her,

She dips her toe into the moon,

And then dives in;

The lunacy of her cycle is upon her,

She may want him now,

But she won’t in two weeks.

The roller coaster begins its ascent.

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My son’s first love:

I saw it all through his eyes, How he waited for her, Nervously, holding his breath, His first love, The one who would capture his heart, How he thought he was “better off dead,” Than twiddling his thumbs in the shadowlands, “She will come, my son, With your name on her heart, my child, But more

Colder than the coldest blizzard!

My own little boy, Inside of me and yet not part of me, He belongs to her that would run away, “I’m crying because I miss her,” He tells me and my heart does a backflip, “That’s my nightmare: my mum’s gone away,” He confides in me and my heart cries silent tears, If ever more