| Current mood: |  hopeful |
Oh yes! A poetry reading!
I don't know why shuttergal wants poetry, but hey, I can do that.
They are gossamer threads that tie me
Easily broken, yet I will not win free
Without them cast off, with them bound
Moored to the dock, I fear the open sea
By ocean's vastness, the pier solid and safe
The calm lagoon, the deadly reef
Dreaming of freedom, I seek shelter
They are glass chains that bind me
Hubby slept most of today, but I think he's stronger now that he's on the meds. Maybe tomorrow he can wake up before noon!
Books: Three Days to Never
Movies: none today so far
Soundtrack: Appalachian Spring
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