Resolution on the back burner in favour of warm snuggles
For this, I am not sorry

Somehow this blog feels like a chore
Every day
Be sure to write your lines

"I will not forget to blog
I will not forget to blog
I will not..."

How can I sit at the computer and compose what I will not enjoy, when there are loving arms and smiling love waiting for me elsewhere?

I can't see the piano
I can't hear its lilting notes
There is nothing wrong with my eyes or ears
Nothing wrong with me at all
But for the fact that
I do not wish to embrace
Anything that will
Give beauty
And meaning
To this world

You're the mom
Why does it need to be said
You should know
You should make it better
Pound for pound
No gloves
All love
You should know
You should make it better

Happiness can be so fickle
The purveyor of mine is staid and true
It can be a raving river or just a trickle
We can share it, me and you