its too cold for me here.
too cold for the pieces of memories.
it is too cold for the thoughts
i have of you.
too cold for the dreams
i have at night.
when my feet are afraid of the floors
that bite at their toes,
i slink around a makeshift house
in socks....oh wretched things.
i sink deep into the shower,
and think of summer rains.
sand beneith my worn down feet,
and you dirty from head to toe
with mountian soil,
and road grit.
a new poem for faryn.
oh yes, another little bit of poetry....
i am pregnant.
nine weeks tomorrow...
i will have to write more about this when i have more energy, and i can keep my eyelids open for more than 30 seconds....off to lala land.zzzzz
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Your words are so beautiful. More please.
Hey sweet baby-filled thang! I'm back in the UK and thus, back online. Miss Hope sent me your blog site and I'm gonna be checkin on you now.
I miss you and love you,
MamaSkylark
so good to hear from you sweety pie! glad you made it back safely....hope to talk to you real soon.
hey, cool. i hope you're well. you and yours. give my regards to the faire.
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