Reads like a tormented cry for help. I know that sound, I heard it last night after I couldn't sleep for two hours because I was cold and my legs bothered me. She was at wits end because I couldn't convey to her what I needed in my search for sleep. This has gone on for twenty years and is likely to continue at least ten more. I'm not sure she can continue to take on the burden she has.
Somehow, I am able to handle it as long as I have help. But all of my helpers are now complaining and I'm not sure if I can replace them when they quit.
Welcome!
The poems in this beautifully bound book are a result of over twenty years of observations. Observations of the world around us and on the telecommunications network. All of the hate, love, heroism, disasters, and those who help.
Beautif
Contraband Marriage, traveling along the hemline of loving after incarceration, is a love story written in lyric and free form, set in reality with a different ever after.
Somehow, I am able to handle it as long as I have help. But all of my helpers are now complaining and I'm not sure if I can replace them when they quit.
Ron
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Jolly good job. Every word a gem.