Rubbed My Leg Caressingly
by Teresa Dean Smeigh
Copyright August 2015
It woke me up lovingly,
Called my name hauntingly,
Rubbed my leg caressingly,
Scared me unnecessarily.
Why is it me, always me?
Pick someone else, we’re 3.
Give me a break can’t you see
You’re scaring the hell out of me.
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About Tessa
My name is Tessa Dean and I am an author and blogger. My writing styles vary and I love writing using prompts.
I am also writing my first book, a Memoir entitled "Government Property - A Memoir of a Military Wife". This is being published on the blog rather than the traditional way. I am putting up chapters as I go along. I keep my blog filled with useful content, stories, and poems. Plenty to keep you busy. I have also been interviewed by blogs and had other posts published on many different blogs. I also wrote a series of articles on Bipolar Disorder for IBPF (International Bipolar Foundation).
I am in my 60’s and disabled which allows me plenty of time to write to my heart’s content.
I live in southern New Jersey and have 3 children and 5 grandchildren. My oldest grandchild is a Sargent in the United States Marine Corps.
Teresa, I’m thinking this might be a family pet?
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Thank you, but 2 problems with that. They are both downstairs and neither of them talk and it was a hand not a paw. Good idea though!
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