honey bee

honey bee
you asked to be
my safe harbor
to be love
and to show love
but when push comes to shove
your honey bee
is buzzing
while a cold wind
roars through dead flowers
and hail stones
threaten to smash her
new grown wings
now she is all stinger
and fear filled anger
she could not read your mind
so you tried to squash her
she wants to make you honey and nectar
but you must be honest and open
the harbor and let her in
before the wind blows her
off course again

About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. I'm kinda-sorta busy being a student again; this time I signed myself up for a bizarre torture known as Graduate School. Theoretically in 4ish years I'll have earned some more nice letters to put with my name. Let's face it, I'm addicted to learning and probably need rehab to restore me to sanity and remove the obsession to read books. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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