Thursday, April 5, 2012

The Daughter of Royalty

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.
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


  1. Fortify, hang in there. I don't know you, but I love you and admire your perseverance.

  2. Happy birthday, Fortify! You're five years old! Better get on those languages before you grow up too soon!

  3. I admire your artistic talent. We need to plan a play date with my son, Dusty.