The way in which you view the world and your arguments about such have become so convoluted it literally gives me a migraine trying to wrap my head around the layers of—wrongstupidwtfness.
Truly, I’m ashamed to know you. I’m ashamed to associate with you. I’m ashamed to have played any part in this.
I found some of my moms poetry online. Poetry.com.
Two different ones.Wet Lands Cottage
By Barbara Prosser
“I once lived by the sea some called it my Seaside Cottage
where I listened to the sounds of the sea and the seals, now
I’m living on the prairie by a sea of grass in a house made
of glass oh how the sounds so differ.”
By Barbara C Comando
“There once was a rose
I planted in the ground…
She grew-up ALL alone
with no other things around.
Standing sturdy,tall and strong
She never realized she didnt belong
Covered up by asphalt
her seed pushed thru
Reaching towards the heavens
her spirit Born anew.
Blooming in all her beauty
A living testament for You.
Aim for the heavens
keep your dreams insight
And all Your Beauty will Bloom
Even in the darkest night.”
There’s just so much I will never know about this woman. I wonder about her a lot.
interesting way of looking at it..