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Who Takes Care of Me

The spirit of those that I still see. I believe are those that take care of me. Between their love and love of God. They help me to not feel so odd. Within this life in this earthly realm. The government and county now man the helm. I have a living angel who helps me hang on tight. She's always there although it doesn't feel quite right. I guess I failed at things myself. I got stuck up there upon that shelf. Now my cares are out of my own hands. I have to do what the situation demands. But I, yes I, am the only one. Who still needs to get things done. Who'll take care of all this mess. And I will, by golly, by guess. Note: this is day 2 of the writing exercise during my stay at a half way house during a civil commitment three years ago.

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Ann Foster

Date: 10/4/2019 2:21:00 PM

I found it deep and thought provoking. You need to write every day. Keep it up. You have a passion for this, it is easy to read in your word choice. Like notes and music, played in a soft, if somewhat solemn garden. Ann

Robert Johnson
Date: 10/4/2019 6:07:00 PM

Soft and Solemn, I'll take that. Thanks for such a nice encouraging comment Ann. Have a lovely weekend. <3 :)

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 8/23/2019 7:36:00 PM

Hi, I found another poem of yours I had missed. i like your way of thinking, Leslie. Hold on. it's all we can do is hold on and pray for relief. Our friends can't really do much except be our staunchest cheerleaders. Thanks for seeing so many of my poems. Can you think of any past poems of yours that you consider special which I may not have seen yet?

Robert Johnson
Date: 8/23/2019 7:39:00 PM

Not off hand, but I wrote a new one today you can check out. :) <3