Let me tell you why
When I’m down
Tears flow from my heart
Takes very little
Once its broke cracks easy
So I write!
All words and thoughts hold thought
Thought gives release!
Every moment matters
I hate the four letter word!
I hate the concept of trust!
When all I was looking forward to was a lovely bowl of potatoe salad.
I offered the Walmart crap in guise of salad dressing I love
Can you love taste? Yes you can.
See taste and smells and books
Concepts enhance memories
Memories recal people, food
The last time May 2018 i was allowed to talk to mom
Potato salad mine not as good maybe
Takes less time then mom’s
Dad always called mom
Mom’s p salad took five hours
She’d call me from my studies and say Val taste this!
Tell me what it needs!
It was always blessed by god and perfect.
Sometimes her beans in bean soup were hard.
Mom’s dill pickles were yucky!
Mom my best friend no one will ever get the connection of a gay child
Their home or love of best friend and mom
No one will ever get pain felt at hands of narcississ lies and evil guile.
Scared to death mom and me.
Well now I’ll cry for a bit
Go back to reading and talking
Others who hear me
Writers will one day see
Worth gained from our peers other wordsmiths.
I hope you will share who you are
To those who ypu imagine know you best.
Trust me they do not know you at All!
You need to take they hand
Taking a hand can be done when you write down why something touches you.
Example for me Miracle Whip when I offered ot to my friend who bought it I was told her husband Just uses Real mayoness.
That stirred and angered me
So since 1985 I have written.