MELTING POT

Mix into a melting pot, life’s blood, sweat and toil.
Take several tears, add a dash of love,
hate, heaven and hell.
Sprinkle in self doubt, courage and failure to taste.
Then boil rapidly, three babies, two husbands, some mates.
Add a few laughs, frowns, smiles and fear,
Let simmer for less then a century of years.
Splash in booze, arguments, death and rue.
It’s important, not to cover or stew.
Spoon out onto a bed of roses
 garnish with thorns and success.
Serve accompanied with life’s graces
with hot flushes and stress.
This recipe has filled a family of three.

April 19. 1998 © TeAnne

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