When Hell Freezes Over, Darlin’

I woke up this mornin’,
In the big ole bed we share.
Sissy walked into our room,
And saw you wasn't there.

She took me to the drugstore,
She colored my faded hair.
Her tight blue jeans look good on me,
Now darlin you better beware!

The Goose has left the Gander, too many times alone.
When Hell Freezes Over, Darlin’... that's when we'll be home!

We packed our things in garbage bags,
Crammed all we could in the car.
We threw our keys out in the street,
As we passed Gilleys Bar.

We knew that you'd be there with her;
Bet she's sittin’ on your lap!
You're all hers now honey,
’Cause we're not comin’ back!

The Goose has left the Gander, too many times alone.
When Hell Freezes Over, Darlin’... that's when we'll be home!

The two of us will find our way,
Into a brand new life.
We sure don't need a man like you,
And you don't need a wife.

The Goose has left the Gander, too many times alone.
When Hell Freezes Over, Darlin’... that's when we'll be home!
Oh Yes! When Hell Freezes Over, Darlin’... that's when we'll be home!

Theresa Jackson is a 50ish going on 29 year old lady trying desperately to figure out what to do with the rest of her life. She has lived in Sunny Fort Lauderdale, Florida all her life. She has been married four times and will NEVER pull that stunt again! Due to several tragedies in her life she has a couple of unfinished book projects and a script about these Tragedies that need to be finished. A fire recently gutted her home and took  practically everything she owned and killed the beautiful talking Cockatoo she'd had since it was a Baby! She is heartbroken, homeless, and currently living with her youngest son, Chip. She only submitted these poems as a feeler to see if anyone liked what she had to say. Their acceptance brightened her day and her attitude. She just may go forward with her projects now, and has Aphelion to thank for that.

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