Messaging with my granddaughter, I say TGIF,
and she replies, Gram, it’s Saturday.
Some time later, in the kitchen to make soup,
I say to my husband, I can’t find The View on TV,
and he says, Honey, it’s Saturday.
And I wonder where I am, the me
and she replies, Gram, it’s Saturday.
Some time later, in the kitchen to make soup,
I say to my husband, I can’t find The View on TV,
and he says, Honey, it’s Saturday.
And I wonder where I am, the me
who always knows what day it is,
what time it is, where the children are,
the good wife who knows
she knows everything.
I think I must be lost.
I think I must be lost.
1 comment:
Boy, can I relate to this. Thanks for writing with me, my friend.
Love,
Pammy
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