After constantly running out of space when using my phone, I finally discovered that deleting text messages with lots of pics or videos does the trick. Why I didn’t google this along time ago truly boggles my mind.
Since none of my other children have any food allergies, I’m still trying to wrap my mind around how this happened. As I was talking to the doctor’s office all I could think about was my delicious wheat bread floating away into the ocean and waving farewell. My dramatic self is going to have to do some adjusting, but it seems so late in the game to find out now that wheat will have to be absent (for now) from his life. End rant.
I wrote this poem many, many years ago during one of my on-again off-again poetry phases. Poetry has always been an outlet for self- expression and I hope to revisit that part of me again some day.
During the presence of love between two distant souls,
I squeezed through the cracks and new forming holes,
They may have occurred while lonely was spent,
Or in between rings when feelings were sent,
Upon a shelf, there lie my thoughts of concern,
While on this final page, a new lesson learned,
The warmest affection only given to replace,
Only to discover their hearts sought a new place,
Yet fully aware of the plans on the wall,
Gone was their face, while twice it’d be fall,
A quick embrace for hours shared that ran thin,
A single trace of salt, left to moisten my skin,
A lengthy wave unseen as you soared through the sky,
I’ll always possess a shoulder to lean, so take care not good-bye.