Though you are old, forgetful,
repeating the same stories
over and over,
I will hold you, help you, smile,
remember the days when we both laughed
and you fully understood my jokes.
I will faithfully come to help you,
though the days are long
and the months unending.
- Your daughter.
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Heather Scott
Writing, to keep my sanity and make some sense of the world, while keeping watch over my five children as a single parent.
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Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts6 days ago in Longevity
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So poignantly beautiful… that could be my daughter & me before I know it 🤗.
A beautiful love poem that describes what we all could experience someday. Good luck in the challenge.