and love rules the day.
—
rainbows apologize for angry skies. ~sylvia voirol
Jun26
Category Archives: love
Apr1
poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words. – robert frost
when a kinder
in my class
asked me
to show her
how to spell
these words
it was
because
she was
writing
a
birthday card
for her
mother
and
there
could be
no finer gift
than
this
beautiful
poem of love
she created.
Jan16
food and love. all about the spice.
happy international hot and spicy food day
january 16
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image credit: dreamstime.com
Nov16
h3-oh!
having
named
all of
my
3 daughters
all close in age
with
names
that
all begin
with the letter
h
has caused
me to
rarely
if ever
call them
by their
proper name
at least
on
the first
or
the second
try
and
they’ve
all learned
over time
to just
answer
to
any of them
and
when they
all sign their cards
to me
love
your favorite daughter, h
i know i’ve done it right
—
one thing they never tell you about child raising is that for the rest of your life, at the drop of a hat, you are expected to know your child’s name and how old he or she is.
– erma bombeck
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image credit: pinterest.com
Nov1
one second.
today is the day
one of the little guys
in our family
vanished
way too early
and
another little guy
appeared
just a few years later
on the very same day
to join our family
happy birthday
to one
and
i miss you
to the other
and
i
will always
love
both of you
—
image credit: faerie magazine
Oct28
how many can i be?
little guy in my class
whispering
excitedly
about
all of the things
he wants to become
chef
make delicious food
ballet dancer
the ballerinas are so beautiful
i want to marry them
artist
make pretty things
movie maker
monsters, aliens, bugs
discoverer
find things
traveler
see the whole world
inventor
make up new things
storyteller
tell stories to people
musician
make songs
but
how many can i be?
and
there is something
that i really, really
need to be the most
i need to be a dad
i have to be a dad for my daddy
because
he doesn’t have one
anymore
his daddy
my poppy
died
and
i think i’ll be
his daddy
he needs a daddy
the great man is he who does not lose his child’s-heart. ~mencius
—
image credits: dailymail.co.uk, getty images
Jul27
in summer, the song sings itself. ~ william carlos williams
climbing the apple trees
flying kites
chasing fireflies
sending messages in a bottle
wandering through the library
playing big games
losing shoes
baking cupcakes
reading books
so many surprises
walking everywhere
finding clues
making costumes
singing made-up songs
talking into the sewer to invite the ninja turtles to a party
meeting the people all around
making up and telling stories
robots and legos
dancing like centipedes
playing in and out and around the water
sand in your pants
tunnels and giant ants
making a palace for the fairies to move into
big, big messes
cardboard forts
cousins, cats, dogs, goats, bunnies, lobsters, frogs, fish
and more family of all kinds
and becoming part of the art
you are six shooting stars on a shining summer’s day.
—
yeah we all shine on, like the moon, and the stars, and the sun. –
john lennon
—
dedicated with love to all of the little stars who make my life so big
and all of my seasons so bright –
peaches
