The need for Tradition
I'm new and old fashioned.
I am a Woman that believes
in my creators.
This is the time to let love rule.
I have all that I need.
I have experienced the deepest love.
I got every man attention I ever wanted.
I got the dog of my dreams.
My mother is the best woman I know.
My father is the best man I know.
My best friends give me as much as possible.
But what I'm feeling the desire to express
is The Power of Tradition.
Reminiscing on every Christmas Eve grabbing
a bite from White Castles.
Enjoying Sunday dinners..Roast ala Courtesy
Of chef boy Dad.
The memories made on family road trips.
How can I pass on the great gifts of love
if I do not have my own brood of children?
I plant my memories in this here blog.
Maybe the value of a man being treated as
the head of his family will be adhered too.
Maybe speaking to kids in a upbeat Mary Poppins
manner will spread.
Maybe being willing to stop giving after you get
nothing but pain in return will happen.
Maybe a wife and husband will be a great match
preventing divorce will happen.
The traditions need be shared somehow as they are
itching to get out of me.
I am Mother Earth is my landing point.
I am a cream of the crop Mother. That's why she hates.
I will make the most of what I have. A friend.
A desire to keep man as the head. A desire to be
festive during holidays.
Christmas is everyday.
It is love that I have.
It is you that I want.
I am a Woman that believes
in my creators.
This is the time to let love rule.
I have all that I need.
I have experienced the deepest love.
I got every man attention I ever wanted.
I got the dog of my dreams.
My mother is the best woman I know.
My father is the best man I know.
My best friends give me as much as possible.
But what I'm feeling the desire to express
is The Power of Tradition.
Reminiscing on every Christmas Eve grabbing
a bite from White Castles.
Enjoying Sunday dinners..Roast ala Courtesy
Of chef boy Dad.
The memories made on family road trips.
How can I pass on the great gifts of love
if I do not have my own brood of children?
I plant my memories in this here blog.
Maybe the value of a man being treated as
the head of his family will be adhered too.
Maybe speaking to kids in a upbeat Mary Poppins
manner will spread.
Maybe being willing to stop giving after you get
nothing but pain in return will happen.
Maybe a wife and husband will be a great match
preventing divorce will happen.
The traditions need be shared somehow as they are
itching to get out of me.
I am Mother Earth is my landing point.
I am a cream of the crop Mother. That's why she hates.
I will make the most of what I have. A friend.
A desire to keep man as the head. A desire to be
festive during holidays.
Christmas is everyday.
It is love that I have.
It is you that I want.
