I've been licking envelopes all day for mother's PTA president campaign. I'm a little nervous about her being in leadership. Everyone is already constantly watching our family and I think this may bring us under even greater scrutiny. I wrote a poem to express my feelings on the subject:
Royalty: By Fortify Jones
Like royalty.
All are watching, and always wondering.
Royalty.
Too much pressure not to fall.
That's royalty.
All are wanting but not understanding.
My royalty.
It's hard to always stand so tall.
As royalty.
~I'm Crying For Help
Fortify, hang in there. I don't know you, but I love you and admire your perseverance.
ReplyDeleteHappy birthday, Fortify! You're five years old! Better get on those languages before you grow up too soon!
ReplyDeleteI admire your artistic talent. We need to plan a play date with my son, Dusty.
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