Yet Another
My dad had no resistance to any infant’s charms.
Mewling and puking in its parents’ arms
was his favorite type of baby…tiny as a doll.
Baby calves and foals and kittens. How he loved them all.
He’d shock my mother once a year with some small whiskered thing
or a bird he’d found abandoned with a damaged wing.
All our hearts would quicken when he brought us some new pet.
Dad never could resist a needy animal he met.
Facing my mom with one more thing to care for took pure grit,
I guess he knew that every time my mom would fall for it
For Cee’s FOTD
My husband Bob carved this plaque that I’ve hung on the palm tree where I pass it every time I go down to the garden. The quote on it, “And Owl moved to some other tree,” is from Winnie the Pooh, I believe. It looks like flowers just want to grow nearer to join it!
I see hibiscus, thunbergia grandiflora, bougainvillea and crown of thorns blooms in the photo.
For Cee’s FOTD
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 