and it would ALL be perfect....

and as it should be....
by the 14th....
and then.....
they could all take a big, long HIKE !!!
to a 'down low' place .....
where the sun don't shine....:}
and she would board the gulf stream ....
HER gulf stream....
and with her feet ensconced in white, puffy, mink slippers....
and a mask of silk, lavender, and thyme,
 covering her sleepy,
yet beautiful, green eyes....
she would fall into that kind of sleep
 that comes only after an arduous journey.....
the kind of sleep that washes away the pain of yesteryear....
gratuitously.....
and completely....
and with ONLY her trusted, old, 'luis vuitton' handbag by her side.....
and her extreme and gracious, good will.....
she would set off for PLACES UNKNOWN....
UNCHARTED....
miracles were right there,
sitting in the palm of her recently manicured, left hand.....