I know there are a lot of pictures out there waiting to be seen, but this was the one to be viewed at this time. We made baskets to be delivered. It was fun. William snuck over early in Easter morning and left them outside the neighbor doors. We were grateful that we were able to do it. It was a fun time with the Graeme man. he has grown even more. And his demeanor is quite good for a teen ager dealing with an aging gay uncle driving him around for apparel shopping. We tried to make 'THE LAST WHIMSY" But I failed horribly at that driving to the right spot on time. but I think we did okay. We made some ice cream tonight. Oh my god it is so good.
I also found my Xmas competition poem. It mentions breast, and is totaling a weird idea, but I thought it was a cool concept. I am still not quite sure what the marks against it were, but please comment if you care to does so. Thanks
From the start of our lively being we desire and grow in love’s attention
For we suckle on that first breast and nurture in its abundant fair
But how then is it taken, covered, buttoned and never again pulled to us bare
So is it not in that first love, that we find the love’s first shun
Oh woe is that mind that is left wallowing in that sallowing run
Sure we adapt, to go find alternate finger, or cone, but none do compare
For there is just that one that was to come so sweetly by God’s care
How can we then allow it to be worshipped by a younger sibling one
Cry out Ye Magistrates cry out a loud
For tis a crimer and a shamer that we must review
How do we know that God is meaning all that is allowed
Do we not still need that which is given and then repewed
But in even that thought there is this thought for the crowd stated
With that first shun we learn that love is so much more than what is just viewed and tasted.
Yes, a little odd and trivial, perhaps, but the writing is good. And the rhythm pretty good. Sure I made up a word, or two. But hey, artistic license is a hazard of the trade. Thanks. Enjoy the pic and the poem.
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