a raging storm sweeps the city
pulls up trees and downs power lines
and a little monster who slayed dragons
and warded off a lochness sea creature
counts sheep on my bed
staring at the rise and fall of her belly
I wonder, “how much action is her brain
dishing out as she sleeps? who is she
fighting now?”
surrounded by her favorite toys
love tucks her in
and I fade into the background
lose myself in words
and wait for the storm to pass
love tucks her in
and I fade into the background
lose myself in words
and wait for the storm to pass
the life of a loved precious pet, beautiful words Tre and heartwarming ❤
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Beautiful poem. To the question, “Who is she fighting now?” it might be possible that “who is she fighting for now?”…😊 And this bit here, “surrounded by her favorite toys
love tucks her in
and I fade into the background”… Absolute love!
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Aww, thank you, Tien! 😊
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Adorable Jernee and a beautiful poem. I’m glad you’re both safe 🐻 🌜 💧 🌂 🐕
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Thank you, Faith. 😊
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Oh that sweet dreamy face. ❤ Can't think of anyone better for you to ride out the storm with. ❤
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That’s right, Nikki! Thank you. That’s my sweet baby! 😊
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Brings a smile. 😊
Hope the storm has passed, trE.
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They come and go so very often here. It’s hurricane season, so we’re quite used to it. 😊 But yes, it has. Thank you, Betty.
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I’ve always liked storms but wouldn’t enjoy a hurricane. (We do on occasion experience hurricane strength windstorms here in the northwest but it’s been a few years since the last bad one.)
Glad it hasn’t been a bad year for hurricanes where you are, so far. Take care ❤️
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Thank you, Betty. We only get the remnants here, thankfully. It’s been years since one actually hit this area.
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♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
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💙
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