Poem -

foot PAIN

my foot seems determined to
cause me much pain
frowning at me with its red
and pink nails, disapproving
demeanor determined to
shame, tap tapping away in
an irritated way.... even as, 
it dangles about from the
edge of the swing, lazily
catching the warm rays of
spring
shouldn't you be doing
something? it asks...
nope...no...nothing at all....zzZ

M P 30/3/21

 
 

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Gwendoline

Lol I liked that bit of humour in here. Also made me think of my own garden swing which I love to lounge on in the warmer months 💛x 

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Marion

Me too 🤗🤗

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Tony Taylor

Big Smiles!!....quite unusually entertaining Miss MARION!!....I have C.I.D.P. which means I have no feeling below my knees....my feet are completely numb and cause me great pain......so maybe this means a little more to me than for must......ALL STARS!!.....compelling to say the least!!......LOVE & ROCKETS!!.......T xo  : )

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Jill Tait

Haha u r soo entertaining miss Marion lass ❤️💕❤️🤣

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Being Me

Well this made me smile!  The feet are getting restless and want to go do something but the mind says "no way"   Fabulous ⚘x

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Marion

Hi Tina...yes, I really was lying on the swing ...well I had to wash the sheets! 😆 Seriously wondering how I'm ever going to make the move back into life. 4 months of practically never leaving home...can't go on...thanks love ♥️

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Being Me

These things take time Marion...as much time as they take. There is no right way or wrong way to feel. We cannot help how we feel. It is like being in two minds at the sane time...two warring minds. And bodies, of course, are dependent on the mind. All very complicated. Hugs 💕 x

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