“Garbage in, Garbage out.”
Her Grandmother
repeatedly stated this.
Garbage in, garbage out.
Meaning what you put into your body.
She also told me that her Grandmother
loved her, but her mother did not.
Or at least, she never felt loved.
I didn’t know her Grandmother
I’m thankful for her timeless
piece of advice.
-M. Taggart
One baby did this
-M. Taggart
It’s a long road home
when you thought
you were already there
-M. Taggart
Have a good day today
Especially another while we’re here
-M. Taggart
On the other side of thought
sits where it came from
And in the middle-
are white picket fences
rows and rows of them
One thought
escaped
and then there were woods
and woods
and woods
-M. Taggart
One notices when the other lets go-
The lying hand doesn’t watch
as the bottle drops
Tiny droplets of Milk
left alone, again
-M. Taggart
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