I have been so busy lately, I have fallen away from blogging. It is always on my mind, but when I write; I don’t need a hundred things rolling around in my head. I am taking the time to let you know that I will be moving this coming Saturday back to Indiana.
If you have moved, then you know what a chore it can be. Add some gait problems and tremors on top, and it takes even longer. I am about 85% done packing. It is amazing how pictures no longer hanging on the walls makes a house seem so empty. I say a word, and I can almost hear my own echos.
I think that it will be good for me to be moving Saturday. It will keep my mind distracted because Sunday is Alvin’s birthday. I know if I was sitting at home, I would be sad and in tears. He definitely will follow me in my heart back home and I will not forget his birthday, no way.
I will be back next week some time. The other part of packing I don’t like? Unpacking, I don’t even look forward to it.
Well, going to get off of here and go back to loading more boxes. Talk real soon. Hugs.
The cover photo on this page is a girl with a teddy bear representing a symbol of a security blanket. (Photo prompt by Marcella Leff, administrator)
You may write a poem in any style or form ONLY on a security blanket. Post the poem only. Explanation about your poem is permissible. No other photos. Poems with photos will be deleted. You may post as many poems as you want but comments are counted per poem only.
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Poetry in My Mind Group
Security blanket reminds
Me of babies so sweet
Sucking their thumbs
Carrying blankets ore feet.
Babies toss them aside
As they grow and mature
But are they secure
I’m not really quite sure.
I notice that teens
And some adults too
Don’t carry a blanket
They use different tools.
Some are cutters
Others sell themselves out
Some use those drugs
That we’ve all learned about.
With even the best
Parenting that we know how to do
There are those who didn’t hear it
And don’t think they’re cool.
None of us are perfect
We all have a place
Where we don’t feel we fit in
This big human race.