me. I paint. I write. I have three kids, and live someplace cool. I want to paint and write more, but I have three kids. Luckily they grow more self sufficient every time I neglect them.
Sunday, May 09, 2010
My new favorite poet.
My Mom,
by Felix
She is as warm as a fireplace.
When she smiles it warms my heart like a fire warms me.
She is best when she is listened to.
But watch out! If you sass back at her she is like a exploding bomb.
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