Poem

Got it!
fumbled with my cell phone
knew I’d get close

it’s hard to know when to care
Sitting Next to my son
feeling him lean in

Dad

just the word

the movie was good

-M. Taggart

Poem

“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