“Ouch, I have a hang-nail, grandma!”
She wined at me from her perch in the tree.
Then after a bit of thoughtful silence:
“But in a way, that’s good,
Cause since it is my nose-picking finger,
It will keep me from picking my nose!”
“Grandma!” she says as she runs to me after school,
(In an uncommonly serious tone for this normally exuberant girl),
We have to stop driving the car so much,
Especially when we could walk
‘Cause all this driving that people do,
Is making the Polar Bears die.”
inspired by a brilliant Prodigy
Thank You for this write and may God bless That little angel
Love & peace to both of you
William
God bless you. Kathy
Thanks for sharing her insightfulness, Karen.
Jill
Allen
Christine
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
is a precious gem!;-)
ET
I love the title of this poem
is very clearly conveyed!
Beautiful words of wisdom
We should all take her advice!!
Peace Love and Light...and hugess...Morning star
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :(