Hiding the wretch that I am by Emalisa Rose

She kisses my handand blows me anotherwhen we say goodbye for the day.We played bingo (she won)made paper flowers, said grace and had minestrone.I come twice a monthas a floor volunteer butI’m really this horrible person,getting worse with each birthday.But I wear soft spotsfor cats and opossum, all kinds of straysand old gals in nursing homes.I should probably just set up camp therein this alternative universe;It’s … Continue reading Hiding the wretch that I am by Emalisa Rose