Kibbles and bits

[creativesoul]

Never really liked that sound in her voice

I just never really had a choice

As simple or as complicated
As you wish
My mother was quite a dish
Betty Crocker’s little Martha Stuart
Ribbons and bows and fluff

Fake flowers
Ghostly statements
That I dreamed of long ago

Now like dominos
The combination on my locks
Tumble
Click
Open
There is nothing quite like my mother
She is a coaches wife
He loves her and football
She paints
Is even good
I love it that dipped Oreos in milk
And was a sculptor / painter-
Livingston rodgers art

That’s mama
Cracked my head in her t- bird

Now I can think of nothing more I can say
I saw you Sunday- it’s Wednesday
Calling me?
Oh shit
It’s sweet

[saw]

poetry is a good release for this
this thing we have with the past...our parents...the now
coming to terms with it all...your response is artful
and you are able to define some things in this genre
that may have been ignored left to mere memories
it has an apparent honesty that speaks to me

[creativesoul]

Thank you- I try to keep the emotions in a fragmentation
As energy and emotional baggage only withhold it down
Walking on glass-
Don’t want to have to apologize yet again-
So I let her have her way
As it seems the least I can do

I was just thinking of how I am hungry
And wanting cigarettes
Which makes no sense

Trying to fix a hole with outside stuff
Fill it with what I can do
About loving people anyway
Pie food - cooking

The aroma of home
Comes from
Within