Spotting breakfast.
Day: December 28, 2014
Making your kid play organized sports could cost them their creativity
I Ran for the Chapstick
I ran for the Chapstick mom keeps in her purse.
My lips were so chapped that they couldn’t feel worse!
I dug through her handbag and pulled it out quickly,
then sighed in relief as I smeared it on thickly.
I felt so much better I almost rejoiced.
My painful, dry lips were now mended and moist.
My dad burst out laughing. My mom looked amused.
Her Chapstick was lost. That was lipstick I’d used.
–Kenn Nesbitt
SUNDAY AFTERNOON
I walk to find
A peace of mind
By the water’s edge,
River bursting from the rain
Still it feels the same
White feathered friends
Swim by my side
Like a dedicated friend, one so kind
Creating ripples, causing no harm
Creating ripples of calm
A window of still life
Walking by the waters side
A gust of wind now picks up my hair,
I’m in a place where I really don’t care
We should all take the time
To go somewhere tranquil
To find a peace of mind
Gillian Sims
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