My cameos of memory

I feel like crap... my throat is killing me... I am not a good sick person... I want cuddles and attention ... my hubby wants to run and get away from me because he doesn't want it... Phooey

 "My sore throat sucks!" I said after wincing as I swallowed

My Hubby said "I wish it did!" 

He can make me laugh even when I feel like crap... 

 

Anyway... what else do I have to tell you...

 

I sent Kelly a poem yesterday [Her sister Kim wrote a journal called

"I shaved my legs for this" in case you don't know who I am talking about... Kim died of breast cancer December 26... for those of us who read Kim's journal... it was devastating] 

So anyway I thought I would share the poem with all of you too...  Today is also the 28th anniversary of my father passing away...

 

My cameos of memory :

These are my treasures kept apart,

Cradled in velvet in my heart,

Graven profiles, picture clear,

Perfect moments, priceless-dear,      

The hours I have spent with you,

The tender times, the fun times too,

The summer roses and the rain,

 The laughter and the precious pain

 Of loving you- your loving me-      

My cameos of memory

These are my wealth, my warmth, my light,

I keep them dream- close every night.

 With finger-tips of heart and mind

 I trace each profile there defined-

 These treasures none can take from me      

My cameos of memory.

 

I am going back to bed... don't send me emails telling me to go the Dr. because I am not going and you can't make me...

Just send get better prayers ok ;)