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.
Mary Angela Nangini's poems celebrate the richness of life and love. From the city to cottage-country and the roads in between, Nangini explores the changing seasons of her varied region. (This book will soon be reprinted in hard cover.)
Best regards,
Leland