Friday, May 14, 2010

I just walked into my sons room. 
I turned. 
I walked out. 
Who instructed these two in the use of explosives? 
When did it go off? 
Why didn't I hear anything?

I could freak out.
I'm not going to.
I'm just going to give them both big hugs,
Assure them that my love is not based on performance,
And tell them they have 24 hours.
I will be outside reading if you need me.
From The Hippie Moose


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