The holidays comes with the good and bad, happy and sad.
Peace didn't last, day after was a blast. I on my sofa, a holiday loafer. My wife prancing forth & back, some of her family, she wants to attack.
She and I are loving, but some want to be shoving. I love, the peace dove, not interested in the shove. For me its Christmas bells, not holiday hells.
But I understand her anger, try hard not to point my finger. Her finger is enough, so I try to hang peace tough. You don't have to guess, I'm against the holiday mess, so I have to positively address.
Forget the negative pretense, some in both our families don't make much sense.
This year I felt it
From both barrels myself from my side of the family!
Great write and familiar surroundings OnePoet~
Hear ye' Hear ye' to your wife and your support!
Warm HuGs,Sheee
For the past two years (2006-2008) The Bridge of Silver Wings has earned a name for itself both as a series of poems published in different e-zines and as a book first published in 2007.
What makes this 2009 edition a special one is th
What began as Songs of the Angelic Gaze in the summer of 2006 continued the following year as The Bridge of Silver Wings, and developed even further two years after that into The Bridge of Silver Wings 2009. Whether readers describe it as a conversa
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From both barrels myself from my side of the family!
Great write and familiar surroundings OnePoet~
Hear ye' Hear ye' to your wife and your support!
Warm HuGs,Sheee
Love Tinka