Last night I spotted this in the sky
It was flying so very high
Was it a drone. or was it a kite
Or a UfO that came into sight.
It hovered around for many hours
and disappeared when a threat of showers.
ANY IDEAS WHAT IT COULD BE?
It doesnt matter what a person looks like. It is what is inside that counts. We can all be enriched by getting to know and learn from people who are different from us. You will probably discover that you share more similarities than differences.
DAILY COUNT TO 10 DURING LONG LOCKDOWN DUE TO COVID
One two–There’s nothing to do.
Three four–No one knocks at the door.
Five six –There must be something to fix.
Seven eight –I can’t believe how much I ate.
Nine ten– When will we be normal again.
CAN’T BE A MINUTE TOO SOON
Beautiful photos. what a wonderful experience to share with your son.
Happy New year to you
So many people from all over the world created songs skits, and videos about this pandemic. To amuse myself and to divert my attention away from the refrigerator, I decided to write a poem. Last night I was unable to sleep —-so as I was tossing and turning in my bed, I wrote this poem in my head.
TO MR. COVID
MR. COVID YOU ARE SO BAD
YOU MAKE EVERYBODY SAD
WHEN YOU SEE A NOSE WITHOUT COVER
YOU RUSH OVER TO INFECT ANOTHER
WHO TAKES IT HOME AND INFECTS HIS BROTHER
BROTHER SHARES WITH FRIENDS AND MOTHER
MOTHER MEETS WITH FRIENDS TO DINE
AND TO ENJOY A GLASS OF WINE
WAITER COMES TO REMOVE A SPOON
AND MANY GET SICK ONE AFTERNOON
PUBLIC HEALTH IS ON ITS TOES
AND ORDERS RESTAURANT TO CLOSE
MOTHERS FRIEND HOSTS A FANCY EVENT
THE VENUE COST A FORTUNE TO RENT
GUESTS DID NOT STAY APART
WHICH REALLY WASNT VERY SMART
THEY ATE AND DRANK AND MADE A TOAST
TO THEIR MUCH ADMIRED HOST
A WEEK LATER THEY FEARED FOR THEIR LIVES
CHILDREN TEENS HUSBANDS AND WIVES.
SO MR. COVID WHAT ARE WE TO DO?
HOW CAN WE BE RID OF YOU?
WE WILL WEAR OUR MASK
EVEN THOUGH ITS A BIT OF A TASK
WE WILL SPEND TIME ALONE
THANKFUL FOR ZOOM AND PHONE
WE WILL WAIT OUR TURN FOR THE VACCINE
AND THEN WE WILL TURN REALLY MEAN
WE WON’T BID YOU A FOND FAREWELL
BUT PRAY THAT YOU WILL BURN IN HELL
I often wonder
Just who lives in each abode
Are they young or are they old?
Do they have enough to eat
And do they have enough heat?
Are they happy or are they sad?
Are they forgiving or always mad?
Are they lonely, or content?
Can they afford to pay the rent?
Behind walls are stories to tell
Some upsetting and some swell
Inside could house a crook
Or one who has written a book
Maybe a child who is very wise
Will one day win a Nobel prize
Wishing them and you cheers
Lots of laughter and no tears.
Here is to a better 2021
Snow arrived on Christmas morning. I am sure lots of children and adults too we’re delighted to see the white stuff .it may be melting soon.
Wishing you and yours a joyous , and safe festive celebration.