Click on this link to read posts about our homeschool journey that date back to 2012 Why is it so hard to live in the present? The children are older now and have jobs, homes, businesses, leases, mortgages and children of their own but not much else has changed. I took my older daughter, more
Written 10th April 2017 – ©LMM
Disclaimer: Please note that these words in no way reflect the life philosophies of the writer. This novel carries a disclaimer about the characters bearing no relation to persons living or deceased. This is a work of FICTION.
“Is it? Is my work going to live? I wanted to be a writer, that’s all, I wanted to write about it all – everything that happens in a moment – the way the flowers look when you carry them in your arms, how it smells, how it feels. All of our feelings – yours more
Rowdy, little children, Running all about, Too many fathers, Who never pay but only shout. Take the little beggars, While time’s still on your side, Or you’ll have your health destroyed, By this hell, his constant fight. Deliver us from evil, We know not what we do, When she finally works it out, more
Hermits would rather write, Far into the night, And watch their words take flight. And pickled men will lose the fight, When they see that she won’t bite, She wants their sex, But that’s not right! Unless she slaves for them in the daylight, Dragging up their brats, With all of her might, So stick more
“I want a pony, mummy!” Six years to go, Twelve down, And six more years to go! Mummy disappears into herself, With pen and paper of course, Invisible Mummy, Uncaring Mummy, Hard to get along with Mummy, The circumstances of, The girl’s conception, Are blasted through the saxaphone, As her Ballerina twirls in front of more