On this very fine day
a tiny flower blossomed
from where she came
there was no longer room
her stay was complete
loved ones longed to see her face
with their arms they would embrace
the flower they were given
on this very fine day in May…
I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful, I know that full well.
My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in that secret place.
When I was woven together in the depths of the earth,
your eyes saw my unformed body.
All the days ordained for me
were written in your book
before one of them came to be
Another cat photo for this week. Riley posed for me. She has been admiring my bouquet of flowers I received for my birthday. Truthfully, she has chewed on some long wispy, grassy pieces, that attracted her attention. But in my eyes, she can do no wrong. Lol! I no longer live life by wanting Friday to come. My days revolve around, up early with the birds. Saying a prayer of thanksgiving for my five senses that function, and the mobility of my body, that gets me here and there. In days past, I had a job as a teachers assistant, and we all looked forward to Fridays. Since October I have been working part-time in a library and it’s a fun temporary job. We have started feeding the birds, and I love watching them and I am wanting to learn the name of our visitors. We have embarked on some spring cleaning and had Mr. G haul some items off today. Progress has been made, but the mess I created sorting, is an eyesore. Tomorrow is another day…