Posts tagged ‘friendship’

greetings from the couch

Wishing everyone a day full of joy, love, peace, hugs, kisses, treats, pets, licks and tum tums.

(Issi wants to include the last four on the list…)

HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY!

February 14, 2019 at 8:42 pm 9 comments

a little Thursday merci beaucoup ~

I have many thanks to give

&

lots

&

lots of love

to send

to my loving and adorable children

and

my so precious WordPress friends.

March 26, 2015 at 11:49 am 17 comments

my Suessian thoughts

¤

each day the sun wakes

with

a smile upon its face

until

a cloud comes around bringing with it a frown.

¤

on some of these days,

the sun pushes the cloud away

and

on others…

the cloud stands strong ~

holding the sun at bay.

¤

it seems most days

the sun and the cloud

enjoy the games they play…

romping round and about ~

day after day

but

sometimes they are at odds ~

the sky becomes a free for all…

leaving us creatures down below

to witness

their rowdy playground brawl.

¤

¤

¤

March 20, 2015 at 11:09 am 4 comments

wishes ~ ~ ~

~ ~ ~

~ ~

~

may the sunset

inspire your dreams

to take flight

and

may the sunrise

bring wings

in

which to fly

~

~ ~

~ ~ ~

March 3, 2015 at 1:00 pm 8 comments

blankets…

~

wrapped in a blanket of him

died three years ago

wrapped in a blanket of darkness

nearly destroyed me

wrapped in a blanket

of

my children

and

friendship

keeps me hopeful

and

eager

to live…life…everyday

~

To my WP family

Thank you so very much for your kindness and friendship.   It means more to me than I could ever possibly express.  Ever.

February 20, 2015 at 4:30 pm 46 comments

love and kisses from Sydnee Pee

red hat 6

my hat is red

my couch is blue

i think all of my fans are swell

and

would love to kiss

all of you

February 14, 2015 at 3:45 pm 31 comments

reaching ~ ~ ~ always

in the dark of night,

i search for his eyes

with the hope

they are staring down

at me.

i try to reconnect to a scent,

which brings

warmth and comfort

to a soul

which is struggling

to be.

i listen for every timbre of sound

i can grasp,

such as a voice

or

the resounding echo

of his heart beat.

i keep reaching

~ always reaching ~

for someone i can no longer touch,

though

i know he lives inside of me ~ ~ ~ ~

February 5, 2015 at 2:17 pm 30 comments

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