Well blogger has done it again!
We are simply at odds with each other.
I do wish whatever "knot" he has up his %$#@
he gets rid of soon.
In addition to loosing everything I had typed yesterday
I also have lost over half of my previous postings.
Since I still am unable to leave comments
I guess blogger and I are really at odds!
However, I was anxious to post so that all of
my blogger friends would know that
I am still alive. I have been going thru a bad spell of
depression but am much better now.
AN OLD HOOKED RUG
I gaze upon an old hooked rug
Three generations scaling,
Mosaiced with lots of colored stuff
That gave an eerie feeling.
I know one pattern near the edge
Was cut from Grandma's satin rare,
The brown stuff patterned like a wedge,
Was Uncle John's first little pair.
That bit of scarlet on the right
Was Grandpa's very gayest tie,
And when he wore it he would say
"Inside this makes me feel knee high."
And poor Great Grandma's special dress
Made by a famous Paris house,
In little patterns here and there
Run in and out like a gray mouse.
You know it really seems to me
We ought to tread with care,
Perhaps we ought, I wonder now
Kneel on it with a prayer.
Author: Constance Kemper
From: The Dreams Beneath Design
By: Pearl K. McGown
I have been researching some items
for my classes and came across this poem
and it really touched me.
I wanted to share it with all of you.
As the holidays approch, I hope that each and everyone of you has more than your share of things to be Thankful for. Be sure to tell your family's how much you love them. I feel that we don't use the word "love" with out families often enough.
Until the next time stay safe, keep a smile on your face and a song in your heart!