Poems I wish I had written, part thirteen (For Ana)

maggie and milly and molly and may
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maggie and milly and molly and may
went down to the beach(to play one day)

and maggie discovered a shell that sang
so sweetly she couldn't remember her troubles,and

milly befriended a stranded star
whose rays five languid fingers were;

and molly was chased by a horrible thing
which raced sideways while blowing bubbles:and

may came home with a smooth round stone
as small as a world and as large as alone.

For whatever we lose(like a you or a me)
it's always ourselves we find in the sea

Just words

If I was to go to the willowtree.

My not so secret secrets

When I was but a little girl the women of my family decided to pass on their heritage of things they felt makes it easier to deal with men. Some of these things have served me well over the years, some have well, not worked. I've always been proud of my generosity, so I'm spreading the words of the (slutty, charming, irresistable, manipulative and capitvating) women of my clan.

1) Never come between a man and food.
2) Never come between a man and sports.
3) Never come between a man and his friends.
4) Never come between a man and his mother. (I always included the whole family in this)
5) Never come between a man and sleep.
6) Never come between a man and TV.

That's basically it. I think the point of it was to not seem pushy and needy, but instead there have been times where it made me feel lonely and neglected, so the rules only work to an extent. For the next generation (if there'll be one) I'd like to alter the rules a bit to be the following. To see how they work I'll try them on myself.

1) Show respect, respecting without showing it is pointless.
2) Show understanding, understanding without showing it is pointless.
3) Show love, loving without showing it is pointless.
4) Apply 1-3 both to him and yourself.
5) Expect him to apply 1-3 to you as well.

Their advice is a bit more concrete, but I always felt they implied I should come last, step out of the way and not demand much for myself. Also, I look at the track record for the women who said these things and I can't help but to think that yes, maybe they were on to something, but if the advice was perfect, wouldn't their loves have been the greatest love stories of all times?

♥♥ Happy Birthday, Milo! ♥♥

Instead of sharing how I found you I'll share what you are. My Milo is pure and gentle kindness. The torn wallpaper, the eaten plants, the broken pots, the destroyed belongings are nothing, they can all be replaced. The Fur of Destruction is one of a kind and I'm so grateful I get to play with you, pet you, pick you up and kiss you every day.

I love how you're always in the way, I love how you wake me up by kneading on my shoulders, I love how you meowingly bring me toys, I love how you get so incredibly happy when I come home, I love how you sleep on me, I love how kooky you are, I love how you plop down on my face, I love how many hugs you want, I love how you get ecstatic when you're having treats, I love how you do everything with intensity, you're either hardcore snuggling, hardcore sleeping or hardcore playing. Half of the guests I have come to see you more than they do to see me.

And now you're three. I lovelovelovelovelovelovelovelove the Milo. Happy birthday you goofy cat!

How's this for a Tuesday?

I'm standing on the brink of having the time of my life. It's as if I've always been waiting. I've missed before, but never longed with such intensity.

I second that motion

How this is right now

I keep intending to make a proper post, I start and such, but then, vi kan väl vänta tills imorgon?