Author: glitterinthetrenches
Mother of Seven. Writer. Semi pro dishwasher. Chauffeur. Kids national bank. I may have a pile of kiddos and an overflowing make up bag, but I am no different than you. I am a reflection of each person I have had the pleasure to come across on this hard, lonely, full, noisy, beautiful breathtaking journey of life.
Coffee soiree on a Saturday morning
Sips from a dusty old bottle
Just one more thing, I can make it fit. I think ….
Bitter Red with a hint of oak
A shut door keeps no child away
That’s a big glass of dark red
Glitter in the glass
I could not see it, my child spoke it
Glitter In the Trenches 