How to Carry a Bag of Tears
An instructional guide
I don't really know who I think I am writing a poem. It seems as much of an interior design job as it is a leaky pipe I can't fix. If it's coming out of my brain anyway, I might as well organize it in a way that looks nice.
One of the things I love about making my own house beautiful is that I can shop from what I already have. I dig through the storage closet. I move things around that are already out. And then, I just redecorated my house... for free.
My poems are my before and after, except with thoughts and words. I'm trying to organize the hoard in my brain.
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Aww Jenny I have been thinking about you. I love this piece! I have always worn my heart on my sleeve, shedding tears with my little people daily . I shall learn a bit of discretion , and carry my tears in my change purse my Grammy gave me
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I love a good cryer. Have always had cry babies for best friends. During divorce I learned to cry and I have never stopped. But I am not an all-star Olympic badassed queen cryer. I love you and I love this. So grateful to know you sissy poo. You astonish us every day. And you never stop showing us the way. I’m sorry it’s a burden you must carry with your purse of tears. Xo Sydney