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Posted on 07/01/2010 3:58:14 AM PDT by JustAmy
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Yes, she’s a sweetie and most of the time she has a big smile on her face. She saw her Mommie with that phone camera so she decided...I won’t smile....LOL! No kidding, she had just awakened from her nap!
What a wild looking dog! Guess thats as many dog biscuits as he’s seen! LOL!
But don’t they grow up so fine???
Precious little girl and poem, yorkie!!!!
Thank you, Luv!
Awwww....so sweet!
Now that is the way to laze away the afternoon, all it needs is a good historical romance novel to be perfect.
I guess he chose his rubber duckie instead of a great novel...LOL! I liked his tub!
Loved your little guys, Meg!
She’s one of those babies that no matter what she does, she’s DARLING!!! :)
Yes, they are both so cute and muddy! LOL!
That graphic is AWESOME!!! Just love it! Thank you!
Both graphic and sweet poem are PRECIOUS!! Thank you!!
The park bench was deserted as I sat down to read
Beneath the long, straggly branches of an old willow tree.
Disillusioned by life with good reason to frown,
For the world was intent on dragging me down.
And if that weren't enough to ruin my day,
A young boy out of breath approached me, all tired from play.
He stood right before me with his head tilted down
And said with great excitement, “Look what I found!”
In his hand was a flower, and what a pitiful sight,
With its petals all worn-not enough rain, or to little light.
Wanting him to take his dead flower and go off to play,
I faked a small smile and then shifted away.
But instead of retreating he sat next to my side
And placed the flower to his nose and declared with overacted
surprise,
It sure smells pretty and it's beautiful, too.
That's why I picked it; here, it's for you.”
The weed before me was dying or dead.
Not vibrant of colors, orange, yellow or red.
But I knew I must take it, or he might never leave.
So I reached for the flower, and replied, “Just what I need.”
But instead of him placing the flower in my hand,
He held it mid-air without reason or plan.
It was then that I noticed for the very first time
That weed-toting boy could not see: he was blind.
I heard my voice quiver, tears shone like the sun
As I thanked him for picking the very best one.
You're welcome,” he smiled, and then ran off to play,
Unaware of the impact he'd had on my day.
I sat there and wondered how he managed to see
A self-pitying woman beneath an old willow tree.
How did he know of my self-indulged plight?
Perhaps from his heart, he'd been blessed with true sight.
Through the eyes of a blind child, at last I could see
The problem was not with the world; the problem was me.
And for all of those times I myself had been blind,
I vowed to see the beauty in life,
and appreciate every second that's mine.
And then I held that wilted flower up to my nose
And breathed in the fragrance of a beautiful rose
And smiled as I watched that young boy,
another weed in his hand About to change the life
of an unsuspecting old man.
*sniff*
I got it in a email and of course, Madame La Baroness De La Snitcheskevskaya did her thing!
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