FRIENDSHIP

Is a little bit of giving

And a little bit of love,

With a little bit of blessing

Coming from above.

Just a little bit of thoughtfulness

To make some pathway bright

Is all it takes for friendship

To blossom overnight.

I am so thankful for my friendship..

I am so thankful to you my friend

For all your prayers while I have been sick

For being there each day and showing that you 

cared. 

I feel that God sends us angels in the faces of friends. I believe in guardian angels that are here to help us in some way. The help may be hands on, or it may be in advise, or just showing a overwhelming sense of caring for you or it may come in the form of prayer. 

Everyone has been so great to me and I appreciate all that you do. God bless each and everyone of you that has saw me though this ordeal. 

(((LOVE & HUGS TO EVERYONE)))

YESTERDAY

Yesterday has gone away,

Never to return.

So let me live today with joy 

While the embers slowly burn...

Yesterday has gone away;

Tomorrow is at hand,

So let me live today with hope ,

As I try to understand...

Yesterday has gone away,

No more to abide,

So let me live today in peace

With the Master at my side!

"Do not worry about tomorrow; for tomorrow will take care of itself...

Keep Smiling

Little acts of kindness may 

Chase some body's blues away.

A smile ,a look , a fond  "hello"

Is a gift that you can bestow.

When a soul is in distress

And they send an SOS,

A smile can go a long long way 

When a life has gone astray.

Don't be afraid to say , "hello"

Or help someone who's feeling low,

For smiles will lift one's spirit up

And happiness will fill his cup.

Little acts of kindness bring

A happiness awakening ,

So with a smile and a friendly nod,

Give the gift that comes from God.

For Granny

The other day I saw a rose... a human one 

I mean...a woman who portrayed to me ...

the beauty of a queen... 

her face was filled 

with character...

that only years can mold....

her smile held real sincerity...

that shone as purest gold...

her graying hair caressed her head... 

much like a silver crown...

the tenderness within her eyes... 

caused her to look renown...

I marveled at the way she walked....

each step a work of art...

old in years but all the same...

so very young at heart... 

her countenance was that of faith...

and hope in days to be... 

lined with a velvet sweetness...

which fashioned heaven's key... 

and so I write this verse

for her... in effort to disclose... 

the little things which made her seem...

to me a human rose.

Shadow Boxing

You know how we do that?

Conjuring up “friends”

when we feel

what we want to say

will sound truer

from elsewhere:

Oh, I have a friend who used to…

I think I am one of them.

I mean I am one

of those “friends”

conjured up

by someone somewhere

using me as a proxy,

tentative self.

Like a test-drive vehicle.

If it works,

they make more;

if not,

they improve upon it.

Or simply give up.

No complaints: first drafts

cannot  be disowned easily.

They go

into air-conditioned

glass cases in museums,

but only

if their author dies

a memorable death.

Even when committed

to the bin,

there is no taking away – I

was the seed, the kind

that wrestles gravity and rises,

growing tentacles of truth

gripping firmly both air and earth.

I now have a life of my own.

Or, at least, I

will be their shadow,

long and unignorable

when they are slanted away

from truth, and shrunk

and free

only when it shines

right over them.

I am out even on nights

when the moon lets me

follow them

or lead them into caverns of truths,

where they drink and dance

to songs and whiplashes,

where they howl and cheer,

yell and scream, and they don't

give a damn. 

That's when I love them most.

That's when I leave them alone.

And they, me. 

Much to do about nothing

Nothing much is going on with me except I am bored beyond tears. I will not lie here in my bed and complain since it could be much worse. The "Good Lord" has saw me through so much and I am eternally grateful. But, I did over do things this week worried about my pics being on that persons page and it was very stressful for me. No one can know how it feels until it is your picture. A picture that you felt was taken in good taste and to see it subjected to someone with no pride and sleazy taste. The only thing in good taste is the Mercedes in the other pictures. I had a seizure and now I need rest and no stress so I will get off this subject.

I will keep this brief, but I am addicted to blogging what can I say? :)

I have Haley and Madison here taking care of me and doing such a superb job of doing so. The past couple of days Haley has prepared my favorite "Southern Dishes" and tonight treated me to a seafood dinner of oysters and  shrimp with key lime pie for desert. Madison graduated into middle school this year and is becoming such a beautiful young lady.  I love you both so very much.

Daddy is back home, but still worried about me. I am a survivor.

I Enjoy Being a Girl

I'm a girl, and by me that's only great!
I am proud that my silhouette is curvy,
That I walk with a sweet and girlish gait
With my hips kind of swivelly and swervy.

I adore being dressed in something frilly
When my date comes to get me at my place.
Out I go with my Joe or John or Billy,
Like a filly who is ready for the race!

When I have a brand new hairdo
With my eyelashes all in curl,
I float as the clouds on air do,
I enjoy being a girl!

When men say I'm cute and funny
And my teeth aren't teeth, but pearl,
I just lap it up like honey
I enjoy being a girl!

I flip when a fellow sends me flowers,
I drool over dresses made of lace,
I talk on the telephone for hours
With a pound and a half of cream upon my face!

I'm strictly a female female
And my future I hope will be
In the home of a brave and free male
Who'll enjoy being a guy having a girl... like... me.

When men say I'm sweet as candy
As around in a dance we whirl,
It goes to my head like brandy,
I enjoy being a girl!

When someone with eyes that smoulder
Says he loves ev'ry silken curl
That falls on my iv'ry shoulder,
I enjoy being a girl!

When I hear the compliment'ry whistle
That greets my bikini by the sea,
I turn and I glower and I bristle,
But I happy to know the whistle's meant for me!

I'm strictly a female female
And my future I hope will be
In the home of a brave and free male
Who'll enjoy being a guy having a girl... like... me.