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Change. I've learned to embrace it, ride it out til the end. Sometimes I'm kicking and screaming, other times weeping with my eyes clinched tight. Once in awhile I ride like a dog in a car, head out the window snorting what life has to offer. Mother to young adult children, a marriage of thirty years, and a desert to mountain to valley waltz with God have shaped me into someone I never imagined I'd be. Life is short and I want to live it. Tears, sighs, laughter and change. Every morsel granted to me. Scrambled, shaken or stirred.

Monday, June 28, 2010

Scribbles and Scrambles ~ haiku? Gesundheit

A friend sent me a link to Plinky which provides a questions/prompts to write about. Some are lame. But this was one I thought I could make lame magic with so here you go.

Write a haiku about the last meal you ate.

French toast, omelet, fruit
dinner party, under vent
air cold, dinner fine.