you came quick.
i remember no pain,
only that the nurses
served chicken for dinner.
you have lived with ease
as if a hidden princess
entrusted to my care
in this humble shack.
and i played part,
the goodwitch in wood,
who watched over you
until time was ready.
time stands still
not ever, not now
or between the time
you were born.
the clock raced on,
ready or not,
you are here,
not solely my keep.
.... happy 18th birthday timmy-girl, rebekah lynn -love, mom ... and in memory of another wonderful fairy godmother who was there the day you were born. she lives within us now, even though we go on without her. always remember where you came from.
A homonymless man writes shows what it's like to look up the laid he skirts when you’re lying prone(d) to the sidewalk, beer / joint / needle dangling from your hand /lips / arm.
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