.......Everyday......
Everyday it seems I did one little thing to help someone.....nothing fancy....just little gestures of kindness...to be the kind of person my dad wanted me to be.... I'm a grandma now.....and I know that my grandchildren will never know this side of me.... Because maybe I could do nice little gestures for people who appreciate them.... But somewhere along the way, the grandest time of my life~ having my children and raising them to be good to all people.......I went wrong.... and I don't think I'll have enough time to find out what has caused this vial of hate they run into my veins.. So now it is a match to see which poison kills me first.....my kidney or my flesh and blood....... ~V