MONDAY MARATHONS

Somewhere out there,

Mama is courageous

Inch by Inch

Loving on her babies

Evermore.

What do you see # 301- 11 August, 2025

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He’s half a man, not whole

does not give in, give up, or fold

When he’s alone, he’s strong, he’s bold

There’s no struggle, no story, no soul

Just eyes so black, they are dark like coal

No feelings, no worry, just cold

the scars are a story they told

Maybe he is hurt, or it’s grieving his toll

or does he mind if I should glance, just a look

or maybe ignore and not chance

I will read, with upward stares from my book

That will work for a while; it will be my stance

My words, my story, my hidden nook

No worries, just concerned it’s my trance

The Procrastinators’ Weekly Writing Prompts: Sculpture

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Awww Mondays

My shadow, who normally follows me from room to room.

P.S. I love it🐈

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That will do for a Monday!

Until Next Time,

Heidi💜