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Days That Have No Anchor
Though we have explored
all there is to travel
I still turn to you in awe
Those wondrous eyes
still cause my blood to race
On cruel and foggy days
all jagged nerves
and withered spirit
you lose your gravity
drifting again
on days that have no anchor
And if I must, I’ll do it tenderly
hold you through the waves
of heaving sobs
clutch your trembling hand
and we’ll fathom
the house ...
Wednesday 13th December 2023 5:37 pm
Menopause
The menopause arrives with out warning
Childbearing days over as day is dawning
Hot flushes, tears sheer unease
HRT patches work for me please
Irritable angry one moment, next so sad
Feel good as you wake up Go to bed sad
From teenage years nothing helps you prepare
For the menopause years its not bloody fare
No more pregnancies the body a barren room
The menopause came with no warning to...
Tuesday 21st January 2020 2:51 pm
Hormoanal
Hormoanal
I’m grumpy: my boy
says I’m menopausal;
I think he’s the causal.
Monday 28th January 2019 2:30 pm
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