A family is like a circle.
The connection never ends,
and even if at times it breaks,
in time it always mends.
I hear of a place that is made of gold,
a place where we shall never grow old,
but one answer I have not heard at all,
will there be paw prints from my little dog?
It's just getting dark, fog drifting in,
damp grasses fragrant with anise and mint,
and though I call his name
until my voice cracks,
A family bond is really strong,
They'll accept you, if you're wrong.
Family is there for comfort and support,
Even love you, if you're short.
I miss you in the morning;
I miss you late at night.
Just to think about you
Is my joy and my delight.
I'm thinking of you
With joy and pleasure,
I'll always treasure.
My new phone is "smart." I guess that I'm not.
Amazing what all this here smart phone has got.
TV and Weather and Internet, too.
There's just no limits to what it can do.
My eyes are fine; they are just printing words small.
I just use a walking stick to seem stately and tall.
Nothing is wrong with my sense of smell.
Pretty little fawn
On my back lawn,
A lovely sight,