NaPoWriMo#6
Today is Jernee’s birthday. The Little Monster and I have been through so much over these twelve years and I look forward to however many more there are for us ahead. She is my comfort, my peace, and my emotional support. I cherish her and on most days, I do not have the words to fully express just how happy I am she is in my life. Here’s her birthday micropoem:
this morning, the birds
delayed their songs
& I thought they’d forgotten
the dog’s birthday.
just before 6 am
angelic music
met my ears
they’re celebrating her.
12 years of loyalty
a neverending bond
my protector, my heart’s guard
the one I’ll always love. #NaPoWriMo #Poetry pic.twitter.com/9aDr3PqbKQ— A Cornered Gurl (@trEisthename) April 6, 2020
5 days late, but still, happy birthday, Jernee! Lotsa treats, belly scratches and hugs! 😍😘😘😘
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Thank you, Tien! She’s stil celebrating! LOL!
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Every day is her birthday! LOL
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Haha. True!
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That’s a very good doggo. 🙂
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Haha. Thank you! Also, please check your email.
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A big Happy Birthday Jernee. Look after Mommy during this difficult time!
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Thank you, Peter! She’s doing an excellent job!
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Happy birthday to her 🙂
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Thank you kindly!
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My pleasure.
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A very happy birthday to Jernee, from me, Frank and Zoe!
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Thank you, Jane!
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Happy Birthday Jernee! The birds, the heart, you, remain true! 🙂
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Thank you, Petru! I’ll give you a pat for you!
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Beautiful… 💕
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Thank you! She’s my world.
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💕
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Thank you for being inspiring Tre
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Aww. You’re most welcome! I appreciate you and those glorious, beautiful children of yours. You guys are awesome, all of you!
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Thank you dear heart!
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You’re quite welcome!
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