I Was a 12 Year Old Rock Star

Rain, rain come back again. It’s been at least 40 years, wait. No, that was 40 days. I overwatered some plants. Others grew so green, yet not with envy. Mother is concerned about the bills. The back yard is ready to harvest, as far as hay bales go. The front is barely hanging in there. As long as I can get the watering cycles in line, I should be able to manage. Have you ever received a free complimentary gift from a business? My Chinese mini stapler is still going strong. Even though you have to prop up the upper mechanism, that little dynamo keeps on keepin’ on! I cannot quite recall how I came upon the “Little House” on the nightstand. It does have the chimney broken off! I therefore must have gotten this little cutey free of charge as well, from strongly held Chinese connection. Here goes my poem/song of the day.

I loved you oh so mightily, my strength inside is free, when a dream evolves into reality, all will align and agree, that our connection was meant to be, rain fall down, fall down again fall down again on me, when the thoughts of you come rolling back, I sit down and sigh and then, a memory of love so well enchanted, cannot simply be a dream.