When they hit my head
Softly kissing my checks
Lying in the powder sinking
Warm but shivering
Real or fantasy
Body suspended on a magic carpet ride.
Over valleys and hill tops, my heart skips a beat
Flying so high, I may never come down
everything is right
Do I stay or go back home?
And before I can decide
My eyes pop open inside my cozy bed
I look around
And close my eyes to finish the story but
Billowing branches kiss my forehead
Saying it’s time to get up from slumberland
I see my daughter playing with Frosty the snowman
We have had sunny beautiful days with a little bit of much needed rain. I wrote this poem about a week ago and I got the above pictures a few days ago of my daughter who is living in New York. I did change he last line when I saw her with Frosty. They got 16 inches of snow in their backyard in Manhattan. We all thought she was crazy when she paid for a bigger place in N.Y. for her 2 cats so they could have a yard, but it turns out that it was worth it’s weight in gold during the pandemic. It’s been a Godsend as she works from home and barely leaves her apartment. I’m curious how the cats like it now.
Happy Friday! Have a great weekend and thanks so much for stopping in! Stay blessed and make sure you get out and move a little, play some and chillax!
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