Flowered wreaths Upon stands A folded flag Is in her hands Her world is changed Her love is gone A bugle plays One final song As song she's heard A hundred times For each close friend Left behind Behind in sense Of gone, of lost A life laid down A counted cost Some never left … Continue reading We Still Mourn ~ Memorial Day
Holly
A to Z in 26 minutes to write 260 words about Christmas and New Year for 26 days.
“Feeling Good” ~ My Life’s Soundtrack
At some point I'm going to dance smashingly to this in such a way that everyone will forget I've only got one leg... Just sayin'. https://www.youtube.com/embed/Edwsf-8F3sI "Feeling Good" Songwriters: Anthony Newley, Leslie Bricusse (circa 1964) Michael Buble, The Michael Buble Collection, 2010 Birds flying highYou know how I feelSun in the skyYou know how I … Continue reading “Feeling Good” ~ My Life’s Soundtrack
Gift
A to Z in 26 minutes to write 260 words about Christmas and New Year for 26 days.
Feast
She was a feast for all his senses and he was insatiable. (26 minutes only)
“Breathless” ~ My Life’s Soundtrack
This is the song that is my song today. Thank you. That is all. Carry on. "Breathless" The Corrs, In Blue, 2000 Songwriter: Andrea Jane Corr, Caroline Corr, James Corr, Robert John Lange, Sharon Corr Go on go on Leave me breathless Come on [echo...] Hey... yeah... The daylight's fading slowly The time with you is … Continue reading “Breathless” ~ My Life’s Soundtrack
Eggnog
A to Z in 26 minutes to write 260 words about Christmas and New Year for 26 days.
Decoration
One at a time, she unwrapped treasured Christmas nick nacks, books, music boxes, and her mother’s crèche, arranging them just so around her rooms. But the last decoration she put up, the last decoration she put up every year, was the one that always went unnoticed and unappreciated.
Candy
She stood over the stove with her wooden spoon carefully stirring the contents of her pot as the flames slowly heated them to the hard ball stage. She couldn’t believe that all she really required was sugar and water, a dollop of flavored oil, and some color yet she knew she had read the recipe correctly...
Bells
The tittering of little bells Is what she longed to hear That signaled that the longed for hope Would soon be drawing near “Ting-ting” the silver bells sang A song about her beau Where her heart was safe Where her heart did glow...
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