Million (an acrostic poem)

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Making money used to be her main focus

If she didn’t add something to her banking account, she felt it was wasting her time

Leaving her weighing her friendships against the gold she was not making

Losing out on experiences due to hoarding time to use to make her stash dragonesque in scope

It took someone asking her what she was going to do when she finally had seven figures saved

Oh, she could let loose and buy some things, go on a dream vacation, or have an awesome party

Nothing would buy the memories and experiences she missed, that was her true accounting

Cross (an acrostic conversation)

Can I have one of your buns?

Really?  Are you trying to make me mad?

On the contrary.  I am trying to take away your sin.

Sin?  Why is me having these buns a sin?

So I believe the sin in question would be gluttony.  Hand one over and be saved.

 

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Aftermath (an acrostic poem) Part 3

After the Max’s trial, Cindy felt vindicated

Finally life could get back to normal

That normal of course would include a baby

Everything up till this moment had been focused on getting back at Max

Reality of what was next was now settling in

Motherhood with the father locked out of their life

Alyssa had volunteered to help, something about how Cindy had saved her

That had confused Cindy, but she was thankful for the company

Her baby kicked her, reminding Cindy that it was time for life to go on