There are folks who claim that choc’late
is the Dish For Which to Die.
But I think there must be a place
for Home-made Lemon Pie.
There are folks who claim that choc’late
is the Dish For Which to Die.
But I think there must be a place
for Home-made Lemon Pie.
May your day be bright with sunshine.
May your path stretch wide and clear.
May your eyes light up with laughter.
May your heart be filled with cheer.
The Uvalde children haunt me.
Mostly gone now from our mind.
Leaving still their silent message:
for our children, please be kind.
Rest and be thankful.
A listening heart.
A night’s gentle slumber.
And, then, a new start.
I live alone with two old cats.
The cats live here with me.
We’re growing old, these cats and I.
We’re still good company.
An elusive zebra’s on the run!
She’s gotten loose! She’s having fun!
Sugar’s romping through North Bend,
but she would like to have a friend.
Her nerves were getting in a frazzle
when she met up with Razzle Dazzle.
Razzle Dazzle is a horse, so
Sugar stayed with her, of course.
She had a friend to graze beside
while people hunted far and wide.
When they found her ‘twas a puzzle
to coax her in without a muzzle.
They tempted her with oats and bread
and led her to her trailer bed.
Sugar’s taste of liberty
was lots of fun, and she felt free.
Now she’s secure, behind a fence.
A Zebra’s Life. Does this make sense?
If I were a cat
I’d sit and purr.
I’d find a lap
and lick my fur.
I’d eat up ev’ry bit of dinner
and never worry ‘bout getting thinner.
I’d eat up each and ev’ry bite
and come to my bowl with an appetite.
And then I’d sleep the day away
and dream of my Cat Holiday.
Float, little one, on a cradle of wind.
Sail through the dark’ning sky.
Sleep, little one, in a blanket of love.
Dream to a lullaby.
No one knows what tomorrow brings.
It could be tears or a heart that sings.
But each of us, as we take our rest,
can gather strength to do our best.
May your path shine bright and clear
and may your heart be light.
May this day bring happiness
as daylight turns toward night.