Right now, heaven smells like hell,
a sensory overload for a confused girl,
now a shivering mother. A calloused tradesman –
now second-fiddle father to a waking dream.
Rob's Lit-Bits
Poetry. Words. And, words about words
Poetry. Words. And, words about words
Right now, heaven smells like hell,
a sensory overload for a confused girl,
now a shivering mother. A calloused tradesman –
now second-fiddle father to a waking dream.
I use the best, I use the rest
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"That I may publish with the voice of thanksgiving, and tell of all thy wondrous works." Psalm 26:7
Transition from an ordinary girl and boy into a mother and father is beautifully expressed. Suddenly everything changes.