That's So Handy

Roses are red Violets are blue I prefer roses to violets but here I am Still blue I thought I knew you But the last time I saw you was actually the first time I saw you This is  little Crystal I saw you in the hospital recently I had no words to say Roses are red, you are dead you can’t hear me yet I have so much to tell you You met one grandchild I have a picture somewhere The other two haven’t traveled home that often But I can tell them what I know Although you’ve passed, this is what you’re passing down Roses are read I read your obituary You owned business, your skills impacted the community, and your love for the family is ever present Just like the gifts you gave for birthdays and holidays The amount of times we drove  from the east to west side Your house smelled of cigarettes and flowers and something cooking on the stove I will carry the desire to not be reached by phone if I’m sitting outside in the porch And you passed down the torch for brainstorming initiatives...

If you're a mama, make sure you subscribe to my blog 💜 I f you're nosy, you can subscribe also 😜 Hi, I'm Crystal. Happy New Year to you, or maybe you can only resonate with that post floating around social media that just says "Year" cuz 2025? Yes, we are grateful for making it to a new year, but some of us just showing up. We might be lacking "Happy". For me, 2025 was crazy for many reasons. Daily I would internalize everything and feel like I wasn't doing enough, in any area, including motherhood. I couldn't keep up with anything. There was too much work, too many dishes, too much laundry, where are matching socks. Did I discipline right, did I say the right thing, are they in enough activities, was there enough vegetables, did they get enough sleep, enough hugs, enough 1-4-3s, enough food, too much food, too much yelling, I can't! There's fulfillment, there's love, but there's also exhaustion, and where's Happy? It was t...