I love See’s Candy.
But, See’s: Move Over!
You’ve got a rival
in Russell Stover.
I love See’s Candy.
But, See’s: Move Over!
You’ve got a rival
in Russell Stover.
Butterflies and rainbows.
Fluffy clouds in skies of blue.
Fairies and forget-me-nots.
These things I wish for you.
Tonight a quiet lullaby floats
softly through the air.
It’s a simple, gentle lullaby…
both blessing….and a prayer.
I grew a zucchini and it was good –
shaped and sized as zucchini should.
I know it’s a brag, which I hope you’ll pardon,
‘cause I LUV’ed that zucchini from my garden.
This here’s my daughter’s POSSL-Q.
I hope that makes some sense to you.
He’s really not my son-in-law.
He doesn’t call us Ma and Pa.
They bought a house.
They had a kid.
I don’t know what all else they did.
They never made it down the aisle.
Now’days these things just take awhile.
I guess I sorta wish they had.
Then this young man would call me Dad.
I sit on my porch
drinking coffee in the rain.
I see my smiling garden
and the world feels sane.
Life is shifting back to normal.
Things are looking up again.
Google says about the weather:
”and tomorrow there’ll be rain”
Help me have a gentle heart.
Help me use my mind.
Help me speak with thoughtful words.
Help me to be kind.
The children of Uvalde
are a mem’ry of the past.
We’ve all gone on to other things.
The outrage doesn’t last.
Kids across the nation practice up
their spelling skills, and
interrupt their lessons for
their Active Shooter drills.
Oh, well.
The President got COVID, so
he has to work alone.
He talks with friends and confidants,
but does it on the phone.
He’s been both vaxxed and boosted,
but he got it anyway.
The moral of the story is:
Old COVID’s here to stay.