It was long his dream,
To write the history.
He tried once,
So long ago.
The journals in high school.
The letters to his children.
They were too complete,
in his brokeness.
How to help you to luv them,
He saught.
Then comes the poetry.
Poetry is broken, and incomplete.
This is the blessing, and a way, to show,
The luv.
Why does a man need purse?
I knew a man, who had a jewelry box.
I have been accused, of being that man,
Little Eddie Jr.
In my purse, I have 5 Android devices,
And their chargers.
O' and my wallet too.
It was purchased for a small netbook,
But now it is a murse, a man's purse.
We go many places, together.
I always have it nearby.
Once in the hospital, I had no charger.
Now like a good Eagle Scout, I am always prepared.
It has a spare battery powered charger, two bluetooth headphones.,
And lots of good USB cables .
I hope you are prepared with a murse, or a jewelry box.
Momma had a twin sister,
they were born 18 months apart.
Where one would go, the other would follow
for years they shared a bedroom,
and a bed too.
Momma had the babies
her sister helped to raise them.
having three children,
in a short time,
momma needed help, with the babies.
momma, took her sister, on their vacations
they shared a bed then too.
momma was in the middle,
just so daddy's eyes did not roam too far.
they luved the babies together,
momma and her sister.
in the summer's, after her marriage
momma sister would take a child, for a week or two.
her sister ached for her unborn child
momma's children helped fill the void.
I luved momma and I luved her sister,
They really completed each other.
