no one ever said
how lonely my heart would be
when it beat alone
Sunday, May 16, 2010
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About Me
- don't be emily
- I was a teacher for a while--and still sometimes like to think I am. I am that beautiful thing, a homemaker and mother, proud to be both. I am ridiculously in love with my husband. I have a very busy young son, and my second son was stillborn only weeks from the due date--I don't say it to ask for sympathy, but because it is the biggest thing that has happened in my life other than my marriage. And so I pour out my days in words. I love words. I have too many hobbies and too much to do. I don't care at all; I continue to add more. I love music, and dancing, and singing, and especially the smell of clean laundry on the line, and children's dirty feet in the summer, and snow under street lamps in the winter. I love my friends. Even the impossible ones. Even you. I put my poems on here not because I am under any illusions of greatness, but in hopes that somehow, somewhere, someone can read a line and say, "Yes, that's what I was thinking too!", and know that we are not alone. Ever.