I don’t know who you are, but thank-you
From time’s precious moment-fray
You choose to use a few minutes
To visit this porch each day
Not for quaff of tea and cookies
Not for handshake’s cheering grip
But for bonds of ink-twirled passion
…for sweet poem-fellowship
Not duty-bound by strict order
You drop by, again, again
Simply to share the meek measure
Of a homespun poet’s pen
...or camera:)
Either way,
thank-you!
© Janet Martin
I most certainly would set out tea and cookies if I could pass them from here to there!
I got a bag of peak-freans that my 'littles' informed me are "yuck"....
so what to do?
I'm hoping I can pass them off on a Christmas-cookie plate!
(The miracle of white-chocolate drizzle and Christmas-colored sprinkles:)
I most certainly would set out tea and cookies if I could pass them from here to there!
I got a bag of peak-freans that my 'littles' informed me are "yuck"....
so what to do?
(The miracle of white-chocolate drizzle and Christmas-colored sprinkles:)
Thank YOU, Janet. Every time you take a short break from posting (I believe just once a year, when you're on a family vacation) we miss your porch, your poet's pen and camera so much :)
ReplyDeleteSasha, your kind words are humbling indeed. thank-you from the bottom of my heart for your unwavering encouragement!
Deletep.s. ...because it really is not always easy, but it is something I am committed to!
Delete...committed to, Lord willing!
DeleteThe cookie transformation is amazing!!! A miracle indeed :)
ReplyDelete:) Thank-you. I think so too!
DeleteThank you, Janet, for your words and rhymes, for your thoughtful comments and staying in touch. Merry Christmas to you and yours.
ReplyDeleteThank-you SO much Dayle, and same to you!
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