He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds. ~ Psalm 147:3

Old Woman

Mirror mirror on the wall

I am my mother after all

My face is lined and wrinkled

My eyes are growing dim

My throat looks like a turkey’s neck

And hair is growing on my chin

My butt’s the size of a barn

And my belly’s not far behind

All my body parts are sagging

And I’ve nearly lost my mind

I hope I’ve finally made her happy

As she looks down from heaven on high

To see that her fateful words came true

Before I roll over and die

~Sandi

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Corpus Christi, Texas

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Art is the only way to run away without leaving home ~ Twyla Tharp

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He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds. ~ Psalm 147:3

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