Katie Swift
wake up take a shower brush your teeth pick out your clothes iron your shirt eat a bowl of cereal take your vitamins take out the trash make me coffee kiss me before you go work all day in a cubicle a family of frames do the bills schedule the appointments go to the post...
my Mama she’s daisies she bends down low you can cover her in concrete she’ll find a way to grow in between the cracks the grey and the black is where she loves to go my Mama she’s daisies she dances with the wind no matter if it’s raining she moves like a sacred hymn...
Faith feels. It’s not doctrine or theory taught in a fluorescent room somewhere. It’s not a quick fix for my problems, a medicine I can shove down my life, a simple slogan to cure my grief. It’s not the reason for war, to kill a man or to say that to my sister. It is...
When I was a little girl I did not have a daddy. I did not get spun or twirled and when I put on my pretty dresses I had no one to show them to. Now I am all grown up with a daughter of my own. And she has a daddy. And a lot...
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