Doll’s House

Photo by SplitShire


      

A home away from home;
We all hope to find.
When away from home we roam,
From those who are always kind.

We seek it in sights and sounds,
We look for the smallest signs.
Hoping to find a home,
Away from the love that binds.

As days turn to months;
And months turn to years,
We learn to expect nothing;
We learn to hide our tears.

We learn to walk alone;
We learn to stand on our own,
We learn to make a home,
When away from home we roam.

Average Superwoman

Stress is a serial killer

She woke up early;
She slept so late,
Anyhow, she finished her plate.
She ate leftovers;
She gobbled them down,
Saving each penny,
Saving each crown.
She saved everything,
For a better life.
She was busy each day,
Her life was a strife.

She worked at home;
She worked outside,
Life’s journey was a bumpy ride.
She washed dishes;
She fulfilled wishes,
Office was a stress;
Home was a mess.
She lost her health,
On her health her wealth.
And the better days;
Found better ways,
To elude her,
Till the end of her life.

Simply bloom. Live life now.