moguls mauled my day

blue sky gave in to snow clouds

as the storm moved in

St. Patrick’s Day bar

with a shade of greenery

here for the first time

twelve-year memory

this cutie’s now a driver

(milestones break hearts)

teens and preteens play

because they are still children

let us remember

new traditions start

before they’re too old to play

family game night laughs

a rare treat: three girls,

all mine, all getting older

all powder today

trapped in cat limbo

waiting for the master’s love

such is a Friday

sixteen pounds lighter

both rings for our twenty years

next: a bikini!

her pig portrayal

summed perfectly with her words:

“Napoleon Trump”

always sneaking pics

my middle girl’s sneaking in

to adolescence