The Versatile Blogger Tag

The Versatile Blogger Tag

…again.

I used to love doing these tags. And then we all got old, he he heh. Anyway, shoutout to Dhanya for nominating me – it means a lot to people like me when people like you find the time to read my stupid posts.

• The rules:

1. Thank the person who gave you the award.

2. Include a link to their blog.

3. Select 7 blogs/bloggers that you’ve recently discovered or follow regularly.

4. Nominate those bloggers for the Versatile Blogger Award.

5. Finally, tell the person who nominated you 7 things about yourself.

At this point, I’ve pretty much covered point one, oh, and two. Duh.

I nominate whoever is reading this, but specially these guys –

Malcolm Marsh

Joshua with no last name 😛

Sia

Ashish Vision

Dear old P

Ely

YingLan

Seven random things about me:

• I’m a physician and I hate my job on most days. Ahahah.

• I’m the grandmother of the group, which is a pain and a boon, at the same time.

• I’m deathly afraid of snakes.

• I drink my coffee with stevia and almond milk and wveyoneb makes fun of me.

• I’m a midget and I’m only five two. Bet y’all knew that.

• My favorite book of all time is Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn and I wish they’d make a Netflix series out of it. So GOOD.

• I’m a teetotaler.

I bored y’all to death at this point. Oops.

War

War

I’m young but I have seen far too much

The bloodshed and suicide bombings and guns

And the weeping mothers

Mourning the loss of their sons.

I don’t have a lot, just my personal hell to bear

Tending to the soldiers with missing limbs and fingers

I remember my man lost in the war

We had two hours before duty called and yet, his touch still lingers

People divided by religion, and politics

It makes me hate it here, it’s just so sad

I haven’t been home in months

I miss Cookie, I miss dear old mum and dad

Sometimes I wish I weren’t an army doctor

That I could quit and start over

But if we all turn away, who stays to face mass murder

I pray it ends as I hold on to his dog tag like it’s my lucky clover.

(PS: I tried very hard to not talk about Jihad and religion – both of which I feel very strongly about – and then my post turned into a headless chicken hunt. I’m so sorry but war poetry is freaking hard to do.)