Potato soup and
Warm cornbread
An ice cold glass
Of Borden’s milk.
Fuzzy kittens in
Cradled arms
With fur as soft
As the finest silk.
A child’s warm
Heartfelt embrace
I love you Nana
The sweetest grace.
The finer things
Aren’t steeply priced
When simple love
Will always suffice.
Feeling a little sentimental today, and oh so very lucky. (I borrowed that from my friend Janie, a lucky, lucky girl.)
Peace, people!
Praying for Eyebrowz 