My mantra used to be
"push, push, push."
I went around running
those words through my
head.
Breathe easy and let
this new built in
persistence thing hum
merrily along.
I think I am a washing
machine personified.
Sometimes I break down
and need fixing.
But often I just gush.
My churning
and chugging motions
persist
until it is time to dry.
hi maggie, i really like this one. thanks, wren