Craving My Bed Poem
When C and I had our big Christmas show a couple weeks ago we were going non stop to get everything done in time for the show. So we had a lot of late nights and were getting cranky and tired. The last night of our big push I came up to my room to get something and was dreaming of being in my bed. I wrote this poem. (see below)
Ta ta for now,S.
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"Bed? Where Do You Dwell?"
Sweet mystery of bed
where do you dwell?
In my mind
somewhere in my head?
Perchance we shall
meet up soon.
As I toil by the
twilight of the moon.
My body craves rest
as I long to doze
off in my nest.
S. ©
11/9/06 6:24 p.m.
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1 comment:
Mary Ann,
It was a craft show as my sister and I make soaps, body butters, lotions, berry knit hats, jewelry etc. Yes, I finally got some much needed rest. We have another show coming up in a week.
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