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Forget to Remember All too often, I forget to remember things. I guess I have C-R-S, considering such have a tendency to buy my Mr. Coffee's with an automatic 2-hour shut off, shut down otherwise Folgers would always be brewed, VERY brewed, too rich and far too brown. With coffee on my lips or at least its mention, it is only fair to share that if I do not sit my special blend two suga's, one cream beside my ecru desktop everytime I take just a little sip, that cup becomes lost, later found, not just 5 minutes cold, but grinding grounds of green mold, like really OLD! I also have to take pills, pills that remind my body to keep, to keep remembering, remembering that it is time to sleep otherwise I would never dream, but tire and recklessly scream. In addition by now, I have made the “post-notie” man a millionaire-- I stick those little yellow pieces of paper everywhere on dresser drawers and on cabinet doors, so, I will not forget my {{pause}} kids! {{soft smile, eyes look up, humor}} And another thing, my cordless phone also stays lost, not found, and it would be forever gone if not for Uniden's page-n-find and its beeping sound- ringing in obvious places like in my {{pause}} hand! ((soft smile, eyes look up, humor}} The bangs that hang on my forehead, covering my eyes are a clever disguise hiding me and those things of which I do not wish to see. It is my mom who says you need a haircut, gal! Bad mistake, now I can see my bills, my utilities and other facilities are not paid by mail on first come, first serve – it is first knock.... according to such by luck I am on a first name basis with the cable TV man. His name is Doug and he seems to understand. What else? Oh yeah! All my Hallmark greetings whether they are birthday or anniversary cards, always begin or end with “belated” or on a more personal note they might say, “Sorry, I am late (again)”. Please, do not take offense if your name is on this list because I even do this to Robin and she is my best friend. Last, but not least the white mark on my finger is not tan from a wedding band, but from a “forget-me-not” ring. I simply forget to remember so many things, but most of all I find it especially hard to recall the last time I felt your love for me and {{pause,soft mmm'sound}} now that I come to think of it my love for you as well or maybe I have reminded myself perpetually how to forget to remember such a silly thing, a silly thing like your love, your love for me.(((?))) |
Additional Notes:
HELLO, suga's...say it just that way - it is not spelled incorrectly, well, it is, but I want it to read like suga's, so, don't eat me up on that, okay?
Okay, men hate mushy poems, not poetic men like the wonderful passionate males on this site, but men like my husband...so, I tricked him! I wrote this poem and asked him if he would listen to me read it...of course, naturally, he said, "yes"! But, if the poem had been mushy so to speak he would have only half-listened to the words I read. Therefore, I made this poem start its read in a humorous manner that demeaned me, which he loved, I had his attention...and..boy O' boy did get his attention with the twist at the end..reminding him that I need to feel his love...especially on our July 20th anniversary, the 16th one by the way..believe me ladies - it works, it worked...I hope you enjoy my attempt at simple wit!
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