One to arrange my thoughts,
And my arms, and my legs.
One to make me walk,
One to make me talk.
One who is gentle with these delicate heart strings,
That are so prone to snapping.
And one to bend, but not to break
These rusty, molded emotions.

That's the trick, "to bend, but not to break."

Really delightful and true true poem, Mandy.

Thanks for creating and sharing this lovely little tapestry woven of truth.

How are you so wise for one so young? As you read in my sonnet, "All a Lie," I have just found out I have been an utter fool for a thousand days or so. No fool like an old fool, so they say.

I will seek comfort in sunshine, in a nice cup of tea, in my three children, and in the uniqueness of being me; it's a messy job, but somebody's got to do it.

Keep the poems coming! I love them.

Thanks for sharing,

+Stevie

Thanks Steven! To answer your wisdom question, I'm just a good actress. Trust me. All though I had a Physic tell me that I lived a past life. Of a Geisha girl. Oy, my friends think that is the funniest thing, you would too if you knew me better. A geisha girl, crazy, maybe she was the wise one. Well, good luck recooperating from whatever happened.

I'm just a guy who prefers girls who prefer jeans to dresses, pony talis to curls, and baseball caps to crowns.