Sixty two and pondering

What’s the age to put down roots? Seek a good loyal steadfast wife Stand in my home near a harth Have a dog or two Never shall I give up YouTube Breathing comes with writing Never sought success Want demand to smile again Fish while being idle. Now’s that time What a blessing knowing mothers

My heart is full

Another holiday hidden by christian lies Lies assult the senses Lies cut deep Empitness left One who allowed thus feaster Could have when other weilded the evil stood and told the simply truth Called the lier out Filthy cretten she is Mother heart of my heart Died June third Trueth hidden with cremation Next year

Hate

Waits like that one sock hides Hate lies Hate dormant waits Like a pot to be stirred We are seeing history repeat Those of us meek Meek tucked away Hide and seek Hate wielded like unwanted feen Meek Innocent go first I did No one seeks others Meek will do Coward sits Big white home