The Birds and Me...

Tiny birds they flutter about
One dives in while the other dives out

They always seem to share their seed
Some seem happy, and some seem mean

I sit and watch them every day
For many seem to come to play

I find them sitting in the tree
They fly away, when they see me.

But back again here they come
Because they think, this place is fun.

Time goes by swiftly....

Time goes by so swiftly
But I remember it well.

For daddy would walk down
With a fun tale to tell.

I would put on the coffee
And we would sit out back

At the table he made us
For enjoying our snacks

Now Daddy and Hubby
Are no longer around

But I think of them daily
I can almost hear the sound

Of them laughing and talking
I wish they were around.

Remember times goes by so swiftly
Take time to play….

Enjoying each other
And each and every day……

Life was so innocent.....

Life was so innocent

years ago

I would dance

while my mother would sew.

She'd haul out the tap board

made of wood

and tell me to practice

I knew I should

Mom was a seamstress

sewing was her game

costumes she'd make

for me in a day

I had sparkley tap shoes

they sounded so good

hop shuffle step step

I'd dance on the wood