Sixty Years On

I could visit all the places,
where we shared time together
though I would not find you there.

But when I just look closely
I can easily find you,
still within my heart.

Gratitude for hands

My mice were lonely
So I knitted a snail,
He’ll be needing a mate
Or he’ll start to wail.
So along comes a tortoise,
{I admit it was slow}
But now he’s all ready
To get up and go!
This small menagerie
Must increase some more,
Before they are ready
To go out the door,
For some little child
Who is sick and in pain.
Because a soft cuddly toy
Might bring comfort again.

Friends together