Pardon me for not fawning over your big promotion.
I used to have a job, too,
and I was good.
And I miss it.
And though I have a job now,
it doesn't really come with promotions.
Just a Facebook title of
SAHM.
I'm happy for you --
I truly am.
But you'll have to excuse me
for not fawning over your promotion,
and for wishing it was my own.
I used to have a job, too,
and I was good.
And I miss it.
And though I have a job now,
it doesn't really come with promotions.
Just a Facebook title of
SAHM.
I'm happy for you --
I truly am.
But you'll have to excuse me
for not fawning over your promotion,
and for wishing it was my own.
Made me think of this poem https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/when-we-were-fearsome
ReplyDeleteYes, lovely! Thank you for sharing this with me.
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