Don’t Blame Your Mama

Jewniquely Myself

don’t blame your mama

don’t blame your dad

for every trauma you never had

don’t blame the weather for your shoes

birds of a feather

Their feathers choose

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About Patty L. Fletcher

Patty L. Fletcher lives in Kingsport Tennessee where she works full time as a Writer with the goal of bridging the great chasm which separates the disAbled from the non-disAbled. And as a Social Media Promotional Assistant. She is the owner and creator of Tell-It-To-The-World Marketing (Author, Blogger Business Assist), and is the published author of two books, Campbell’s Rambles: How a Seeing Eye Dog Retrieved My Life and Bubba Tails From the Puppy Nursery At The Seeing Eye: Volume One. She can also be found in two anthologies which are, December Awethology Light And A Treasure Chest of Children’s Tales. See her latest book, Pathway to Freedom Broken and Healed: How a Seeing Eye Dog Retrieved My Life Second Edition in eBook and Paperback at: https://www.amazon.com/Patty-L.-Fletcher/e/B00Q9I7RWG Find it in various accessible formats: https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/PattyFletcher See her Facebook business page: https://www.facebook.com/tellittotheworld/ Patty loves receiving feedback about her work. So, drop her a line any time at: patty.volunteer1@gmail.com
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4 Responses to Don’t Blame Your Mama

  1. joanmyles says:

    Love and Light to you, dear Patty, and much appreciation!

    Liked by 1 person

    • Hi my friend, you’re very welcome for the share.
      This was another great post.

      Like

      • joanmyles says:

        It came to me in the middle of the night.
        Somehow, I just couldn’t escape it.
        *smiling heart*

        Like

      • Good morning, my friend. I hope this message finds you doing terrific on this Tremendous Tuesday.

        Here, the birds are singing, Chief Seeing Eye Dog Blue has already had me up and out for a walk and I’m now, thankfully drinking a cup of coffee.

        I’ve had such moments in the middle of the night. Sometimes, I cannot even go back to sleep until I get up and write them down. LOL.

        I love and hate those moments but I reckon that’s the curse of the weary writer. LOL.

        Liked by 1 person

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