a Silent cry we all share…

This was sent to me so I cannot take credit… but this is the truth all the same.. It  was  the month after Christmas, and all through the house, Nothing would fit me, not even a blouse. The  cookies I’d nibbled, the chocolate I’d taste At the  holiday parties had gone to my waist. When  I got on the scales there arose such a number! When I  walked to the store (less a walk than a lumber), I’d  remember the marvellous meals I’d prepared; The gravies and  sauces and beef nicely rared, The wine and the rum balls, the  bread and the cheese And the way I’d never said, “No thank  you, please.” As  I dressed myself in my husband’s old shirt And prepared once  again to do battle with dirt… I...