Lord have mercy on me,
When in a room and forget I’m there.
When I haven’t a clue and haven’t a prayer.
I’m glad you’re there.
Lord have mercy on me,
who thinks she can write
but still gets uptight
about what people think.
(I think I stink.)
Lord have mercy on me,
Filled with pity and no
longer pretty except when
I forget to think about
this cellulite and what
fell last night.
(I think it was another
layer of myself, a
landslide of the body
quietly giving way.)
Lord have mercy on me,
feeling loveless and shoe-horned
into a small life instead of
the glass-slipper one I wanted.
I’m no Cinderella, Lord,
but I do love pumpkin pie
and pumpkin cheesecake.
I’m getting off-topic now
thinking only of chow.
Lord, have mercy on me,
I don’t know how this knee
shall bow unless you kick
it out from under me.
Go ahead. I’ll count to three.
Vicki Woodyard
Love, Love, Love it! I have a huge smile on my face thinking of you. What a fun Note!
“I don’t know how this knee shall bow unless you kick it out from under me”…so funny and so true. Thanks for the smiles. Nothing but love…
Hi, Mary, I took a chance writing it. Glad it worked. You KNOW that’s how it is!
Oh yes, Vicki! It took so much, so much to simply get my attention let alone hold my attention. There is something shifting within me. I can feel it but don’t know what it means. I can’t help but think it’s a good thing. Until tomorrow when I find myself back to me. Ha And so it goes.
Love…
A wonderful write 🙂 I love every word~ I’m sure He was there and enjoyed what he heard~
Thanks. Sometimes ya gotta get down and dirty. You’re on your knees, so it’s inevitable.