“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


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
and then there were woods
and woods
and woods

-M. Taggart