Has anyone heard from my Son?

Somebody's
cut off his tongue

Has anyone heard
from my Son?


Nobody's
are hurting his dear Mom

Has anyone heard
from my Son?


Everybody's
forgets, SHE's his Sun

Has anyone heard
from my Son?


Slum buddies
always choose .. run

Has anyone heard\'
from my Son?


Shove these ...
up your tight bum

Has anyone heard
from my Son?


Above knees
the water's now come

Has anyone heard
from my Son?


Love to please
crowds and no one

Has anyone heard
from my Son?


Above to sneeze
creeps forever to shun

Has anyone heard
from my Son?


Thugs are these ..
from roar to dead hum

Has anyone heard
from my Son?


Hugs on freeze
help not a silenced one

Has anyone heard
from my Son?



Somebody's rala
cut off his tongue!


Katherine Marion
www.SupernaturalWoman.com


p.s.

I KNEW I had to begin to write .. when
I heard the words .. as i was walking to the gym,
this past evening, after a day riddled with chaos of
unmentionable other's ... who do not believe in beautiful
Mothers ..

Later, after an intense 1/2 hour spent working on
upper body in a quiet weight-room, I was so
grateful to be allowed to stay, "after hours, " in order
to do one powerful 10 minutes on the mats; 300
ab-smacking Pilates crunches with alternating elbow
Followed by 150 leg raises to raise core body temp,
and tone all areas of sexy feminine.

I was revved.


Then, as i was literally talking to the rain.. outside where my
steel horse was locked, I realized that someone had
slashed my bike tire.

Since one Supernatural Woman - never tires, it was a nice,
refreshing walk home!

I walked home, gladly. Wishing to climb that apple tree that
Thelma had recently sniffed out ... Without poking another
hole in my newest  pair of black and shiny Lululemons' .
Rather, breathing deeply and seeing a clearer picture .. minute
by mystical minute ..

Just before turning the corner to our abode, I  spoke to a small family
 of pet owners and converted them to a raw, healing doggie diet
. Of course, it seems .. I  missed my son coming home at this un-Godly
 hour. He did not wait, as do .. our patient puppies.
So, he left.

Disappointed .. again.
Nothing new .... for me.

Or, fear-filled ... him.


Most of the time, i feel like i am running a sick bay in some crazy
Mash unit and that my life must be some sureality t.v. show that no
one has paid me for .. yet.

So, guess i will start my own GuruShip


Keep sailing, baby K

Cause ' floating' ain't barely enough.