You’d be today, if
Eighty was not when you died.
Remembering you
this day, on your natal day.
Love, from your darling daughter.
xoxo
Skat@2022
You’d be today, if
Eighty was not when you died.
Remembering you
this day, on your natal day.
Love, from your darling daughter.
xoxo
Skat@2022
When all else
fails to soothe me, I
lose myself
in the old
placid murder mysteries
of Dame Agatha.
Skat@2022
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More and more,
when I look in the
mirror, I’m
seeing my
deceased mother looking back,
and I don’t like it.
Skat@2022
Not one of your fans,
Your songs live on in my head
Nonetheless, Meatloaf.
Skat@2022
Hawk had to select
From finches, doves or sparrows—
Pinched a dove this time.
Skat@2022