Bedtime Wars #sleepWars we fight with kids
Love is a choice, a decision which you have thought through and are making on that beautiful day. The next 100years of your happy lives depends on both of you (and the kids on the way 🙂 )
I expected to see casualties of Christians,
and Muslims, clenched firm in Death’s unwavering fist.
As if to ask for permission to sink and steal
My silently speeding oxygen carriers from my veins., It’s 32°C by my Jolla while some toads splash about their puddle trying to sing Vandross songs
She must be alone. No: lonely in the grip of a crowd of white coats
Seeking the via for the intravenous treatment
The violin flows like velvet before my eyes
In gentle steps and dainty body wind;
Such motions as wrapt David’s mind
When moonlight lit a fire in his lustful iris.
As a little boy, I wondered why I have a mum.
All she did was shout when I was gaming;
Whip me when the VHS entertained me;
But as I got older, I now know why I miss my mum.
Can they hear her heart beat? Can they smell her fear?
Just a drop from the wrong spot on her exposed skin
And she’d join them here without the white armour,
Swinging on the balance of life from a kinked shoe string,
Unable to bring the love that brought her here.
Cry but that your early death may be last of its kind. Go well brave You, until we meet on the other side.
A family without conflict
Is not a family….