Mardi Gras Beads in Lent

My son Teddy here to see me
Wearing Mardi Gras beads in Lent
Knows all the secrets to free me
Or at least make the pain relent
Of having been made a fool of
As a middle-aged man by love

He is fantastically charming
He makes me feel that I am too
So kindhearted and disarming
And he loves what I write for you
We ate some apples together
I gave him some Feta cheese bread

With Teddy's help I will weather
This hollow feeling I am dead
Inside feeling like an old fool
He came from parochial school
Wearing Mardi Gras beads in Lent
I hope he comes back tomorrow

Time with Teddy is heaven-sent
An angel God lets me borrow
When I have nothing but despair
The bell rings and Teddy is there

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMV

Steve, glad to see your writing is as beautiful as ever. It's been a long time, how have you been?

Tiffany

Sorry, that post probably would have been easier to recognize under the name Tiff_7_17.

Terriffatiffaroni! Tiffaroni the Ass-Kicker!

I've missed you! So nice to have you among us here, Tiffaroni! I'm truly deeeeeeeee-lighted to hear from you again!

How are you, and those delightfully Delft-blue eyes of yours?

I hope you are still kicking fat asses, hard.

I send you all my love,

+Stevie