- \n\t\t\t
- \n\t\t\t\t
![\"\"](\"https:\/\/thisnest.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/01\/9342230-R1-007-2-150x150.jpg\")
<\/a>\n\t\t\t<\/dt><\/dl>- \n\t\t\t
- \n\t\t\t\t
![\"\"](\"https:\/\/thisnest.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/01\/summer-2005-115-150x150.jpg\")
<\/a>\n\t\t\t<\/dt><\/dl>- \n\t\t\t
- \n\t\t\t\t
![\"\"](\"https:\/\/thisnest.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/01\/12-15-05-016-150x150.jpg\")
<\/a>\n\t\t\t<\/dt><\/dl>- \n\t\t\t
- \n\t\t\t\t
![\"\"](\"https:\/\/thisnest.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/01\/DSCF3654-150x150.jpg\")
<\/a>\n\t\t\t<\/dt><\/dl>- \n\t\t\t
- \n\t\t\t\t
![\"\"](\"https:\/\/thisnest.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/01\/DSCF3426-150x150.jpg\")
<\/a>\n\t\t\t<\/dt><\/dl>- \n\t\t\t
- \n\t\t\t\t
![\"\"](\"https:\/\/thisnest.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/01\/4346647-R1-005-1-150x150.jpg\")
<\/a>\n\t\t\t<\/dt><\/dl>
\n\t\t<\/div>\n<\/p>\nI was looking through my writing book today, trying to decide which poem to share for today’ s blog post. It’s a raggedy old book, given to me by my beautiful sister, Darla, way back in my college days (don’t really want to put that into years for you cuz…YIKES!) and I have continually added to it over the two years since I got it (LOL…JK…OMG…I so obviously have\u00a0pre-teens). Anyway, I was going through this old thang and I came across a wrinkled up, pencil written and faded, piece of torn out, notebook paper. On the back I had scribbled the date – 4\/14\/02…on the front was a poem written by my precious Star, my Starzy Barzy, when she was just eight years old. I remember when she gave it to me. She was so <\/strong>proud of her work, a very pleased look upon her perfect face as she handed me this gift. As I read it, I made sure that my eyes were smiling and wide open with happiness, as her own big browns were so contently locked on my face trying to gage a reaction…<\/p>\n
“I will hod (hold) your hande (hand) if you live (love) me.”<\/p>\n
“I will give you a ring if you love me.”<\/p>\n
“and I will cland (clean) everyday for you.”<\/p>\n
“will you love me if I give you something you like.”<\/p>\n
“yes I will. I love you Donna.”<\/p>\n
\u00a0<\/p>\n
“Oh Star, this is so beautiful! Did you write this all by yourself?” I asked (because surely<\/em> this incredible work of poetry had to have\u00a0come from the mind of a well trained, experienced\u00a0writer :)). Star was so happy with my response…a perfect gift from a very excited eight year old. I miss you very much Star Bar…and I know you miss me too because you call like thirty times a day (don’t stop, it makes me feel loved).\u00a0 I know it’s been good for you to experience life with your mom (it’s certainly given you some perspective on reality), you say you really like your new school (although you’re unhappy with your new schedule), you say you’re\u00a0having fun with your cousins, you tell me you’re in love (keep holding on to that V-card, Girl, I’m so proud of you), but still you call all the time…and we talk…and I smile.<\/p>\n
I love you Starzy Barzy and I hope to see you soon. Until then, keep making right choices and call me whenever<\/em> you need me.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I was looking through my writing book today, trying to decide which poem to share for today’ s blog post. It’s a raggedy old book, given to me by my beautiful sister, Darla, way back in my college days (don’t … Continue reading
- \n\t\t\t\t
- \n\t\t\t\t
- \n\t\t\t\t
- \n\t\t\t\t
- \n\t\t\t\t