Ginny and I had a chat this morning, before I fed them all and went out to paint.
Morning Chat With Cat
Don’t worry.
I love you.
It’s OK.
Someday,
we’ll both
be old.
But today
is not
that day.
Ginny and I had a chat this morning, before I fed them all and went out to paint.
Morning Chat With Cat
Don’t worry.
I love you.
It’s OK.
Someday,
we’ll both
be old.
But today
is not
that day.
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This is probably my favourite poem of yours from the second half of April. I’ve been catching up.
But overall it’s the one from the day before, #15, that hit me the most. Please find it quoted in my cento poem for Day #16. I’m not sure if you have seen it (there was a pingback). I’m making sure that you don’t miss it. Thank you for all the words!
https://manjameximoving.wordpress.com/2019/04/17/day-16-art-likes-to-make-more-of-itself/