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Wishing you a warm fuzzy day.
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So sweet. Thank you, Meg.
Isn’t that precious? There is something so very touching about a rough, tough military man getting all warm and fuzzy over a puppy. :-)
Hey y’all!
Thanks for all the pings! I finally got time to check them and breathe and say hi! I’ve missed everybody! I woke up this morning with the following in my head. Thought y’all might enjoy it! I dedicate it to all my freeper friends!
Please Don’t Think I Don’t Care
Or
The World Inside My Head
When you speak to me, and I seem a million, million miles away,
Please don’t think I don’t care.
I hear you, and I will answer.
It’s just that your voice gets lost in the mad jumble of my thoughts.
The grand-baby that’s two, and the one that’s due,
And the one that almost was but didn’t make it.
What to have for supper, and did I do all that I was supposed to yesterday,
And today I have to do this and this and this and remember that.
Did I send flowers to a loved one’s service,
Or is it a residual memory of other painful losses,
And should I make fried chicken for the family, or a cake,
Or a casserole that they can freeze for later,
And all that depends on what everyone else is bringing.
My husband—he seemed a little off last evening and again this morning,
Maybe a little too tired,
And instantly I am bombarded with memories,
Weeks of sitting by his bedside at Duke Hospital,
After his accident,
And then months of therapy.
My children, some happy, some not,
And there is nothing I can do about either
Except share their sorrow and their joy,
And love them.
A plot line or a bit of dialogue to one of the stories I’m writing,
Something a character said or did that has to be captured before it slips away,
And sometimes they seem more real than the people around me.
The article—the one I haven’t started—that’s due next week,
And oh, don’t forget to answer Cousin George’s letter.
Did I feed the fish today, and have I paid that bill yet?
Do I need toilet paper or kleenex,
Or was it flour or sugar we’re out of,
And did I get gas yesterday or promise myself I’d do it today?
A friend I need to call,
And one I talked to for hours yesterday.
We shared our ups and downs and all arounds,
And that reminds me,
I need to call my sisters and touch base with them,
Need to e-mail my brothers and my mom.
And you—your voice beckons to me,
A lighthouse beacon on a stormy night.
Your voice pulls me in,
Guides me past treacherous shoals,
And I quieten down my thoughts so I can hear you.
So when you speak to me, and I seem a million, million miles away,
Please don’t think I don’t care.
I hear you, and I will answer.
gardengirl
3/18/09