Hfm’sd

Not everyone understands the meaning of mothers day….regrets are to remember what you had now that it is gone….some stood facing the wall by the hands of abuse……while those same hands hug you after a day at school….at its best love is a complex carbohydrate……hopefully finding its way to be digested

(What I thought was gone has returned headaches and lots of joint pain,I had planes today looks like it will be bed and swallowing pills)

4 thoughts on “Hfm’sd

  1. Shalom, Sheldon,
    ¿When you say, “I had planes today . . .”, do you mean that you had “plans”?
    ¿Can you orchestrate those plans from the safe and comfy confines of bed?
    I hope so.

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