A soul that walks on water leaves no footprints, but will make waves."
I love to display my kid’s artwork. I have to rotate it out regularly and make room for more fabulous drawings and paintings.
I’ll be honest, I don’t always like what they make. Sometimes I don’t see the value in the subject, sometimes I have to…
A sweet little dreamer named Ivan,
Saw himself in the future just thrivin’.
He’s a famous inventor,
With Miss Mary his mentor,
There’s no limit to where he’s arrivin’.
We don’t have time to argue and debate, or maybe we don’t have the strength for one more conversation on a belabored topic, maybe we just don’t want to, so we have to put it somewhere. The dust we stir up is just tangible enough to drive us from the room and we often don’t come back until it’s settled again to the floor and then we can walk over it or even better, we can sweep it under the rug.
Sadly, I think most couples, most families, don’t go anywhere.
The other day I was sweeping the floor near our front door and had to move the rug to sweep out from under it. I th…
An indolent fellow named Bert
Was as stiff as the starch in his shirt
His will to say “no”
Had embodied him so
That his friends finally judged him inert
When she sat in the chair in the corner, with the sunlight falling on her bed and the sounds of outdoors, the birds, the children and the whirring of insects came blowing in through her patio window, what did she say to you?
When she was too warm to…
I’m a little behind on photos and uploading and dishes and vacuuming and reading and pretty much everything else in my life, but I’m having a good time.
Easter was almost a month ago, but just so I took a few pictures of the boys and figured I might…
Miss McGovern was quick to expose,
All that would not juxtapose.
If it didn’t connect,
She proclaimed it’s defect,
Yet she daily wore non-matching clothes.
I knew a young man name of Belling
Who had so much inside worth the telling
He wrote stories of woe
How friend conquered foe
But you couldn’t read a word for his spelling
When He cometh, when He cometh
To make up His Jewels
All His jewels, precious jewels
His loved and His own
Like the stars of the Morning
His bright crown adorning
They shall shine in their beauty
Bright gems for His crown
He will gather, He…
It was well known of young Franklin Puckett
He couldn’t carry a tune in a bucket
Despite this great thorn
He got him a horn
Now he boldly joins in with the tucket