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.
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.
My COVID vaccination card is yellowing with age.
It’s frayed around the edges now we’re past that early stage.
It used to be essential, flashing it upon demand.
But, the crisis has diminished. It’s no longer close at hand.
It’s hard now to remember all the panic and the fear,
but the future was uncertain in that awful COVID year.
We’ve learned to live with COVID. We go on about our tasks.
We see faces all around us that are bare of COVID masks.
Perhaps we ought to thank those folk—the scientists and such—
who found a path through COVID that has changed our lives so much.
And perhaps we ought to give our thanks that we are still alive,
for we’re among the lucky ones who managed to survive.
Sometimes a heart just needs a hug
to help it muddle through.
So, if today you need a hug,
this little hug’s for you.
My Queen Rhododendron’s a sight to behold.
In the Olympics, she’d take home the gold.
Alone in her beauty, her petals uncurled,
she stands in her glory — a gift to the world.
Blessings, Friend. I hope this day
is filled with sweet success…
….that all your steps are easy ones…
….and you know happiness.
Rest amd be thankful.
The day’s at an end.
Rest and be thankful.
Sweet dreams, my dear friend.
Geraniums hunch in their pots,
and shiver with the cold.
You’d think they’d spread their leaves and reach,
but they don’t feel that bold.
Samantha climbs up in my lap.
She’s ready for her morning nap.
Samantha doesn’t ask for much.
She likes a little human touch.