It would be lovely if this could really happen. Failing that my little grandson is working his magic here.

Modern families have evolved in American society that at one time was largely heterosexual with the man being the head of the home. They presently consist of the straight, gay, interfaith, interracial, married, and cohabitants, sharing the responsibilities in their homes.

This is a poem I wrote when I was just sat around thinking about life I hope you enjoy it.

I’ve just had an exhausting few days away being a mum again.

I was chatting with Val Mills on the Writers Facebook chat line last week about cleaning and knitting, and she said that she thought there was a poem in there somewhere. Not being one to turn down a challenge this is my cleaning poem. The knitting one will follow shortly.

The new daughter-in-law.

School, work, and deep thoughts.

I guess the second one is just for laugh.
The first one may be real?

If this is vacation, why am I so tired?