tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087645097321787532.post2998479021413791197..comments2024-03-14T00:37:24.385-04:00Comments on Travelogue for the Universe: LightningTravelogue for the Universehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01127086480471321349noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2087645097321787532.post-41102769003294531282017-08-16T07:21:56.591-04:002017-08-16T07:21:56.591-04:00This poem started with me imagining the night Or d...This poem started with me imagining the night Or day I was conceived. My parents had 7 kids, I was number 5. My parents seem to argue a lot so I wondered how they ever could have sex? Therefore conceive? I learned in nursing school to determine conception date, go forward 3 months from birthdate. That would be July. I figured Mom's birthday.Now in Southern Illinois, in Summer 1957, without air conditioning, I deduced the only time you could be cool enough to enjoy sex would be after a thunderstorm 🤦♀️Travelogue for the Universehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01127086480471321349noreply@blogger.com