I listen
to her constant chatter
and realize sadly
that she is completely
out of touch
with her soul.
It is buried deep
beneath layers of pain
totally abandoned
by everyone...
including her.
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About Me
- Rambling Rose
- I grew up in a large family, married young, survived two husbands, raised two children, helped raise two granddaughters and a great-niece. I am now retired from the workforce and am committed to finding out who I am outside all the roles I buried myself in.
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2 comments:
All right, now you've done it.
Cut it out. You found your bottom. Fer Jeezers sake, Woman, there are days when Wollf can't find his bottom with both hands.
Smile, fake it till you make it, if you're becoming mired, change course. It just muddies your boots. Get back on the trail, realise that real People Love you, even the occassional furry one, and cut it out.
"Don't make me come up there young Lady."
Ok, so two nuts are out for a walk.
One of them was a salted.
A Beer comes out to assist.
He was mugged.
If you don't straighten out, I'll be back and continue!
Wollf
Ah, Wollf, my furry friend, you are just beautiful!
I'm okay, though, just being contemplative, looking around me with my bottom still intact. Taking note of others in my world, I guess. My niece, this time, God love her.
But as we know, you have to have been there yourself to recognize where others are coming from.
I never was a chatterbox, though - always chose a different smokescreen.
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