The man who called me ‘ugly’

I WOULD OBJECT STRENUOUSLY THAT STATEMENT! AND I’D HUG HER IF AT ALL I EVER COULD!

witlessdatingafterfifty

I once knew a man who had been kept in a basement, with

his 2 brothers where they had their beds, dressers and a door

to the outside. This would have been cool, growing up like

a team with them, but they were not allowed upstairs on the

cream carpet their stepmom had chosen to have laid once she

married their father.

There is a strange and sad story here. The 3 boys and their real

mother were out on a day that may have seemed like paradise to

some wild kids. They got to climb around on the country hills

and play. They picked daisies and dandelions and gave their

mother these. They broke sticks into ‘guns’ and played cowboys

and Indians. They also had a picnic lunch when their mother

took a break from her artistic passion. She was painting a pastoral

scene with some charming boys playing…

View original post 817 more words

This entry was posted in Uncategorized on by .

About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.