Family
Conversations With a Granddaughter
When our granddaughter gets to our house with her mother, I tell them that her grandpa may be sleeping. We all tiptoe into the living room where he went back to sleep earlier. As we approach the living room we can hear, softly, his head is covered up.
By Denise E Lindquist2 years ago in Poets
As I Cry Out...
All I ever wanted was to please you, impress you. I was never enough. My child, you've always been enough for me. My sisters were always the daughters you wanted, not me. I am your bastard child. I was conceived in the dark of night with a man you now love to hate.
By Lindsey Altom2 years ago in Poets
