1/13/15
Dasher, Dancer,
Smoke a pack
Prancer, cancer
Hit the sack.
One day you'll wake
And realize you
Need to stop
For their sake, too.
You want to be there
When they graduate
You want to be there
When they take the leap.
When the baby
Takes his first steps
When Morgan dates
The girl with the pep.
You cannot be here
If you're smoking a pack.
You will be in bed,
And will have hit the sack.
1.13.15
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Jenna Lynn Williams
I have been writing poetry full-time since September 2014. I am a mom of 3 boys ages 12, 7 & 5, and stepmom to a son age 24, a daughter age 23 and a daughter age almost 19. I am happily divorced from my abusive ex husband and happily remarried to the man of my dreams. My new husband and i met thru poetry on Facebook. I like to read, write, and draw. I like music of ALMOST n e kind. I also listen to songs and rewrite the lyrics to a portion of my life story.
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