She lent me her wings

Over here please follow
You see the tree of hush
Is where the fairy wings grow
Please try them you simply must

Oh no, I said to her
I simply cannot fly
I know you won’t believe me
So let’s not even try

She wasn’t having any
Of my words to stop her there
She plucked from the hush tree
This beautiful blue pair

I can’t fly I said, I just can’t
I’ve tried so very long
I began to realize, and I think
I don’t belong

With a little twinkle of her eyes
I arose up in the air
Now you’re flying, she said and laughed without a care

Remember to not look down
When you see the hush tree
Do not make a sound
Fairy wings grow there 😉

For my sweet Pink friend Jeanne Marie.

Inspired by JM-thinkingpink

This is from JM when we were creating our thinkingpinkx2 blog.

I ran into these photos so I decided to make you cards.

Glitter in the Air- Pink

 

Yes I have thrown glitter in the air and faced fear in the face. I’m fearless that way! Pink Blings WOOHOO

 

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People want what they want

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People want what they want And if love is involved things will end up as they should–

photo by Jeanne Marie. She loves to share her flower photos with me. She said since I couldn’t get out to take my own she would share hers with me. Thank you JM💕💕

I reach for you

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Miles away
So far away
that miles,
Can’t define
The divide
Between your
Heart and mine
Yet somehow
I feel near!

I reach for you

Every time I see your face . . .

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Every time I see your face…I Smile BiG

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Thank you Jeanne Marie for reminding me to think Pink!!!

Letting Go~Wordless Wednesday

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thankyou

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December Rose

To my friend Jeanne Marie-December Rose. ❤

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Sweetly played the soft repose
The November day December rose
Awakened from her slumber life
She looked upon that man of strife
She kindly bid him thinking
If that man would just stop thinking
Then I could leave without goodbye
December hugged herself up tight
She tried she did with all her might
To say the words pushed down just right
She choked them out and wiped her tears
She held them closely even feared
The Mister with that fist of words
She backed out once, then twice
Standing in the door she and softly
Was no more the wife of the mister man
To herself softly she said I think I can
Remembering the girl December rose
Who sang so softly this sweet repose
December Rose is her name
I call her Pinky

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Your ship by Belinda, photo by Jeanne Marie

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Poem by Belinda @ busymindthinking.com Photo by Jeanne Marie @ womenwhothinktoomuch.com art by MichelleMarie

Poem by Belinda @ busymindthinking.com

Photo by Jeanne Marie @ womenwhothinktoomuch.com

art by MichelleMarie