At the start it was brimming, Overflowed the abundance of nectars pomegranates and honeycombs. Living grandstand showcased from arm to arm but slowly with the passage of time the cuteness subsides. Now the babbling of words once the picture of bliss, drunkenly spew forth and reveal the lies we tell us about our children and how once they were cute but now Coddled Adults don’t even bother to check up on their mom or dad instead use Facebook for a casual visit or two. Yeahs I could continue to dish but it is not even 4am so the Java will do; how many sugars honey? Scone?
The Empty Receptacle
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Retired NYC High School History Teacher from Washington Heights.I taught at G.W. H.S.( alumnus 1977), A. P. Randolph, MLK, Joan of Arc( Ms. Garrett, principal) and Wadleigh. Love jazz, r&b, Johnny Cash, Gil Scott Heron, Rubby Perez, Omega el fuerte and Frank Sinatra. View more posts
