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Wonder, Ponder, but Thunder through your Life

Mondays are for the fear of what’s to come, Tuesdays are for the wear of the beginnings, Wednesdays are for the anticipation of one half left, Thursdays are for the secret tiny endings, Fridays are for the expectations of what’s going to be, Saturdays are for the feeling of feeling oh-so-free. Sundays are for the…

My Mamma Used to Say

Good morning to all my waiting-for-friday-nights readers! Yes, we’re almost there! To bring a little bit of love in to your Thursday morning, here’s a short poem on things our beautiful mothers tell us about the world. My mamma used to say, “You’re meant for great things, my child”. Every single time, Held my hand,…

Dark Places

Good morning to all my sombre-broken-or-lost readers. There are things I do not understand, Words, which I cannot speak. I would not have told you the true story, But lies, my friends, are simply weak. The truth is always ugly and bleak, It hurts and it breaks. It may rid us of our guilt and…