mywritinglife9009

Sunday, August 15, 2010

I could have been the mother

forced to listen to my baby's cries

The cries of a child who has never known

what having a full stomach feels like

I could have been the mother

not able to produce enough milk

in order to keep him alive

Instead of a bedtime story and a kiss goodnight

I could have been the mother left to wonder

if my child would still be alive

come morning

About me...

I am afraid of the dark, loud noises, spiders, clowns, water, heights, public speaking, and the list goes on and on and on.
I am allergic to cooking, cleaning, exercise, and being social...I simply haven't been diagnosed by a doctor yet.
I believe in God, Jesus, Heaven, and Angels...always have, always will.
I save turtles that I see attempting to cross the road. Dangerous, yes, but it is somewhat comforting knowing how I am going to die.
In my opinion, anyone who harms an animal should be put away for life.
My grandfather passed away 30 years ago, yet my heart still shatters every time I think about him.
My oldest daughter is my best friend...hands down.
My youngest daughter is what I least expected at this point in my life, but she has fit right in.
Somewhere deep within me, I still believe in Santa, the Easter Bunny, fairies, and all the rest.
When choosing a book to read, I read the first sentence, then the dedication, the acknowledgements' page, and, finally, I look at the author's picture...in that order. If, after all that, I'm still interested, I read the book.

Something to think about...