I'm depressed because I'm in Chicago (type area) for my friend's gramma's stone setting (jewish custom). I miss my cats and my honey, so here's a little poem to help brighten my day.
I love her more than words can say
I love the way she sleeps
I love the way she laughs
I love the way she flips her hair
I love her more and more every day
I'm so glad she's mine
I think about her all the time
I can't get her off my mind
She's the one I think of when I'm sad
She's the one I think of when I'm glad
I don't know what I would do without her
I know I would move on but it would be hard
I don't know where I would go
I do know I have friends that would help
I can't imagine life without her
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Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)
Reviewed on May 11, 2004
I am sure your cats miss you too. Thanks for the sharing.
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
Best regards,
Leland