Poetry Pages

I got a supportive feel in this, yet the distant pain comes through also.

Bobbi

Twas the night before Christmas And all through the place, The evidence of the holiday, Had left behind it's trace. The stockings were hung, On the chimney with grace, In hopes that Santa would leave, A lot of his DNA. The family was nestled, All warm in their beds, With visions of field kits, Danci...

I always love happy Christmas endings, and this made me smile. I can almost hear this as a song, it would be a great one.

Bobbi

This is so funny, ROFLMAO. Thanks for the good laugh.

Bobbi

They say the eyes are the windows to ones soul, and you have captured that ideal perfectly. This is beautiful, and I enjoyed reading it.

Bobbi