Friends
We went out for breakfast,
My friend and I,
Leaving children and husband behind,
(To see what they could find . . .)
Getting up in the wee hours of day
Were we crazy or what?
No, just trying not to get that way . . .
It helps . . . friends do care,
Our joys and sorrows they share . . . .
I am blessed!!!
December 15th, 2007 at 3:39 pm
Hey, I c u still write some poetry … hope all is going well for you guys in MN.