Going from one project to next
It has a domino effect
They all knock down and out of way
And then I think it’s time for play

But then again, I know it’s not
There’s something else that I’ve forgot
So back again I start another
Project, errands of a mother

These are things not quite my own
But my dear, heart is not stone
I do them quick no matter what
And open doors before were shut

This is my loving helping hand
And busy where it is I land
Sometimes it seems I’m disconnected
But building must now be erected

Am I quite your Superwoman?
Well, I feel it-all that zoomin’
What if I just dropped my hanky?
Would love retrieve so tall and lanky?

Or would I sing a sad ‘Blue Moon’?
Someone else should me to croon
Hear me howl, just as a dog
Someday will come I’ll kiss a frog!

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About bognetta

Love has been so much more powerful than other people's control. I think it's all love, but sometimes it doesn't feel like love. That is because so many people are defensive, protective, and do not care to trust in that four letter!
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