I slipped inside the cool, dark house
Slipped out of my dress and into
The shower where I slipped
On a bar of soap and sat
For many minutes as
The tears slipped
Down my
Cheeks.
Slipping
I slipped inside the cool, dark house
Slipped out of my dress and into
The shower where I slipped
On a bar of soap and sat
For many minutes as
The tears slipped
Down my
Cheeks.
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Oh no….hope this is a plot line and not true
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It didn’t happen, but I came close to falling in the shower after my water aerobics class today!
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Oh, gosh–I didn’t want to like this if you were brought to the ER with extreme back pain. Please be careful.
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Is that true? Did you slip and fall? I hope youre not broken. I love the poem.
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Glad you didn’t actually fall! Good poem!
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Aw… you capture excellently that entire biz where something like that happens and you cry over it but really it’s so many other things that day, or week.
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I use baby oil in the shower and it makes the mat slippery…I understand this. Be careful!
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As I age I’m constantly thinking about where I’ll likely fall. I’m optimistic like that. 🤣
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