There are three voices in my head at all times.
Take a picture of your children when you go somewhere.
If they get lost or kidnapped, you’ll have something to show the police.
That’s my grandma.
Don’t you go outside barefoot, you’ll step on a bee!
That’s my mother.
What if everything is not going to be okay?
The title of this poem is perfect. The voices all make a good point. Your voice sets off a whole new poem in my head. I love this poem. Did you take a “how to write great poetry” pill this year. You are smokin’!
Hahaha thank you! I’m doing the gauntlet, having to read and write a lot and getting braver at putting stuff out. I hope you post the poem that’s coming to you!
Powerful ladies, powerful poem
Re the title, guess this makes you the Holy Ghost, right? 😉
I wondered the same thing!
Thankfully you have sane voices in your head! Three generations reflect our present and past cultures. Love the bee wisdom. My mother used to shout at us not to go out with wet hair (even when we were in our 40s and 50!). Really enjoying your work this year!
Thanks so much Sylvia! I’m not supposed to go out with wet hair either 😆
The different generations of wisdom live in your mind even after all this time, wonderful work!
I’m like you. My family calls me “The Alarmist”
Every family needs a meerkat!