A Person Isn't A Bird. You Can't

Being A Mother Is Like Trying To Hold A Wolf By The Ears,” Gram Said. “if You Have Three Or Four –or More – Chickabiddies, You’re Dancing On A Hot Griddle All The Time. You Don’t Have Time To Think About Anything Else. And If You’ve Only Got One Or Two, It’s Almost Harder. You Have Room Left Over – Empty Spaces That You Think You’ve Got To Fill Up.

The Sea, The Sea, The Sea. It Rolled And Rolled And Called To Me. Come In, It Said, Come In.

Something I Am Wondering: If You Cannot Hear Do You Have No Sounds In Your Head? Do You See A Silent Movie

So Much Depends Upon A Blue Car Splattered With Mud Speeding Down The Road.

I Don't Want To Because Boys Don't Write Poetry. Girls Do.