December 7, 2022
A snuggled down Lucy asleep in my lap
A time to curl up and to finish her nap.
As I sip on my coffee and stroke her soft fur
I capture my thoughts as they stretch, and they stir.
The patio’s wet, the clouds hinting of rain
May water my words as I write each refrain.
My thoughts don’t much matter, I just love to write.
I guess in a small way I try to spread light.
If I share a small piece of myself every day
Perhaps someone else will be touched in some way.
It’s not easy to share, to come out of my shell,
But I jot down my thoughts, send them off, wish them well.
It’s my way of giving and leaving behind
Small bits of my heart, and my soul, and my mind.