Old Poems from the Net
Mood:  chillin'
A Woman's Prayer


Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray for a man who's not a creep.
One who's handsome,
Smart and strong,
One whose "Willy" is thick and long,
One who thinks before he speaks,
When he promises to call,
He won't wait weeks.
I pray that he is gainfully employed,
So when I spend his cash
He won't be annoyed,
One who pulls out my chair
& opens my door,
Massages my back
& begs to do more.
Oh! Send me a man
Who'll make love to my Mind,
Knows just what to say
When I ask,
"How big's my behind"?
One who'll make love
Til my body's a twitchin',
In the hall,
The shower,
The garden and kitchen,
I pray that this man
Will love me no end,
And never attempts
To screw my best friend,
And as I kneel and pray by my bed,
I look at the Shit Head
You sent me instead!!!!!!
Amen

Teenagers
Mood:  spacey
Now Playing: Wow
Where is the love? Where is the love the children are supposed to give us back after we have spent all our lives living just for them?

When Children Go Away
Mood:  sad
My oldest child has moved away. The way I left my mom at 26, she left at 19. You can't stop me she screamed. I'm not trying to I screamed back.

She's taken something special- my unborn grandson.

She left behind a special person; her sister.

Her sister cries, she's sad, she's lonely, she's 16 and she misses her sister.

How does a mother learn to parent without children? They read books, write stories, listen to whining and hurting parents.

Just writing stuff.. what's in my head.