Something happened last night so I wrote this poem...
Tonight I tackle some Andrew Wyeth-ish artwork, two great and large canvases I look forward to getting to know. Wish me luck, I have a bunch of emotions to attempt to let out. They need to get out : - )
Tonight I will try to sleep solo lacking any energy to share
Although, reluctantly not too far removed from that protective care
Those limits [of his] with too few bounds
But then things get loose and across come unwelcome frowns
Monumental decision being made he states
Oh she does not fully agree; the other simply can’t relate
You see, her kids may indeed put her through
Well the mothers job, at times is not glamorous, its sheer poo….
Although, reluctantly not too far removed from that protective care
Those limits [of his] with too few bounds
But then things get loose and across come unwelcome frowns
Monumental decision being made he states
Oh she does not fully agree; the other simply can’t relate
You see, her kids may indeed put her through
Well the mothers job, at times is not glamorous, its sheer poo….
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