Morning Storms

There should be thunderclaps
or at least looming black clouds.

Some kind of warning would be nice when
life shifts on us. Sweeps us up in a maelstrom of sadness & anger.

But for consolation, I have sweet hugs and someone
on my lap
who loves me no matter how imperfect I am,
at least until he's a teenager. :) Then,
all bets are probably off.


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This was meant to be a poem, but I guess I'm done with it now. I think it's probably wrong to use an emoticon in a poem, anyway. How po-mo of me.