Posted in Poetry


There is no reason to be late
My love for you cannot wait
I care for you down to my soul
This love will take no toll

Do you need to know my name?
Or is this a guessing game?
Guess who your stalker may be
Then hope they set you free

But is that what you want most 
Or can you learn to love the host 
Staying with them forever more 
The host you come to truly adore 

Can you really choose to leave?
A loss you will surely grieve 
That missing face when you turned
Photos in your memory burned

Do not spend your life alone
Manners you begin to hone
So you can go on a  first date
And find your near perfect mate

I wish you well and hope you find 
Something that will ease your mind 
Hand in hand through the ages
Foretold by the ancient sages 



I was 46 years old when I begun this blog, female and married with a house full of cats (7). My past is littered with the impact of events that happened when I was a teen. Two loves of my life have been nursing and studying. I just completed my Master of Arts: Media Studies endorsement. My blog will be about the things I think about, that might be better served being written rather than squirreled away in my mind festering. It is the meanderings of my mind as I seek to define myself and my world.

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