Sorry Missus
Sorry Missus I got it wrong You only had My best wishes at heart
Sorry Missus I got it wrong You only had My best wishes at heart
Do I play a musical instrument? Depends on who you ask. I play a little keyboard (badly) and about three chords on the guitar. The instrument I use most though is one one does not play…My voice. I sing. When I was younger I wanted to be a star. You know…name in lights and all of that. The only problem was that I hated the fact that everyone looked at me when I sang.
A home filled with bodies
Generations three
You fed us
Chastised us
Laughed with glee
On hands and knees
The floors you cleaned
These thoughts are in my memory
“I do not consider myself to be a great writer…but I try. Fortunately for me I’ve found this Facebook group called The Blog Tag. Their aim? To help those of us who struggle some with topics to help kick us into gear. I think it’s a fantastic idea.”
I have all these beauties in my garden
An array of note
Tall, skinny, dotted daffodils
As they grow and grow into roses
Their innocent haze
A thing to praise
While life has not yet claimed them
I watch over them
Protect their intelligence
And nurture their beings
My garden is a bounty of joy
Laughter, silliness, love
My garden (on loan)
I love to behold
My garden of hope
“Every day. Every week. Every month. Every year. It’s a chance to wipe the slate clean and start again. Or continue from where you left off. “
about two months ago I went for a job interview. I’m somewhat of a professional job hunter so was glad to get an invitation after a whole lot of nothing. Seriously, the “regret to inform you” letter is better than “nothing tastes like Fresca” (some might be too young to get this).
“Waking up on summer’s day
Easy-breezy midday sway
Listening to children as they play”
All in all my life is
Not that bad…
Compared to some
“Poached eggs for lunch
After a hard day at school
The Pet Shop Boys
Our souls to soothe”