Write a four line poem about: the ghost.
The last day of January has arrived at last. Now on to the speedy month of February as we pick up steam heading back toward Spring once more.
Not that it has been especially cold lately. I'm just a bigger fan of spring than I am of winter.
I babysat my nose at home this morning while Kat and Sue took Max to the play cafe. Apparently it was pretty busy there but that didn't deter Max from enjoying himself as usual. Sue came away suitably impressed with the establishment as well.
This afternoon I was feeling a little better so I took Sue and Max to the playground down by the beach. We played on the swings and teeter totter, went down the slide, and were entertained by Max's imaginary puppies.
And now I'm back to feeling like my nose could fall off and I would not be terribly troubled by its departure.
In her laugh,
In her smile,
I see you
All the while...