Day 55

I come from a long line of worriers.  My parents are both worriers as well as my grandparents and I can't remember my great grand parents, but chances are they liked to fret as well.  The last couple of days have been, well, for lack of a better word, worrisome. So, in order to lighten the mood T suggested we write poetry together as my writing for Day 55.  We each wrote one line and handed the notebook back and forth.  Both poetry pieces were quite profound and unfortunately not appropriate to share on this family friendly blog.


I am the Firewoman, after all.