My smiling moon,
Speaks through the veil,
You are here, you are loved, you are alive.
My smiling moon,
Sauntering across the darkness,
Reminding me I am small, I am grateful, I am alive.
My smiling moon,
Hides behind the trees as the sun begins its chase,
Good morning, welcome, breathe.
Thursday, May 28, 2009
My moon
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Bad Monkey
***door bell rings, loud barking dogs follow***
Little Monkey: Who is it?
QOTU: No one.
Little Monkey: No one is out there?
QOTU: Not any more. Might have been the Mormons.
Little Monkey: Oh that is so cool, we got ding-dong-ditched!
QOTU: How do you even know what that is? You aren't old enough.
Little Monkey: Duh mom. Someone rings your doorbell and then runs away. (turns back to finish video game in disgust)
I SWEAR I was older before I knew what that was and pretty sure I never talked about it to my parents. Oh the days of being oblivious!
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