~Thorns in my Kitchen~

Be careful what you pray for...

A bouquet of roses, how sweet

it must be my birthday, mothers day or anniversary

because the moment I said I do, that was the last rose

I received from you

You use to bring me flowers at least five days a week

skippin and smiling like you had won the lottery

Now the only time I get flowers is through donation, by accident or on a few special occasions, these thorns in my kitchen are leaving abrasions

You bought a cell phone to have a direct line and penetrate the contours of my mind, yet every time I said something you didn't like, the thorns came spurting through

pop go the weasel and there you were, smiling and grinning like a hyena on syurp, roses in one hand and candy in the other, you couldn't even speak all you could do was stutter, but the moment I said I do, the thorns in that kitchen took over you

Granpa and I ust to lay in wait, giggling and laughing because you were never late, he enjoyed watching you make your play, said it reminded him of the good old days chasing grandmother out by the bay, but the moment that I said I do, the thorns in my kitchen came surfacing through

I prayed for a help mate yes! and thought God was paying attention, but he surely forgot to mention, we always get what we pray for no matter what, so just in case you better ask for an extention, because there are thorns in every kitchen

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