Author: maiamom

My candle burns.

It won’t forget.

It still has work to do.

It lifts its head

in steady flame

to light a path for you.

Samantha’s got way too much hair.

Her shedding causes me despair.

There’s no way one can quite prepare

to live a life with loose cat hair.

Good Night, my Friend.

Now rest your head.

The day has turned to night.

Sleep well, my Friend.

Slip in to bed.

Awake to morning’s light.

Some say the moon is made of cheese.

I beg to differ, if you please.

You’ll see it clearly, if you watch.

The moon is made of Butterscotch!

It’s fat and friendly as it rises,

rich and creamy, no surprises.

Clearly good enough to eat…

it’s Butterscotch, my fav’rite treat!

Some want fame.

  And some want health.

Some, adventure.

Sone want wealth.

As for me, I want one thing:

all the Joy one life can bring.

Samantha is the loving one.

She doesn’t ask for much.

She wants to nestle in your lap.

She wants to feel your touch.

Relax, and let this day seep in.

Go slow and breathe the air.

Be still and listen for the calm.

Let peace be ev’rywhere.

A joyful heart’s

a precious thing.

Relax.  Slow down.

Hear your heart sing.

I’m not a fan of doing chores…

washing dishes…mopping floors….

but I do like a cleaned-up space…

neatly stationed…things in place…

so I guess I must compromise,

do just enough to please my eyes.

Good Morning, Friend!

Your Joy finds you.

Relax a bit.

Let Joy shine through.

Your Joy is here.

Just let it show.

You’ve sown the seed.

Now, let it grow.