Today we join Two SPOILED CATS
Angel Sammy and Teddy for their poetic pictorial poem.
Here is today's inspiration
this poem might be written from experience
just sayin'
Remember your Angels are Watching
Thursday, August 13, 2020
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Please leave a meow or bark for Angel Madi...her assistant (aka Mom) will respond in a timely fashion. =^..^=
Life is short, spend it with those who make you laugh
“Worry never robs tomorrow of its sorrow, it only saps today of its joy.” (Leo F. Buscaglia)
TONS OF HUGS
Cecilia and Angel Madi
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we hope SHE had no serious wounds and the scars are gone during da years... we know a SHE too who talks more will not listen...maybe all she's are da same?
ReplyDeleteHari OM
ReplyDeleteLOL - oh dear; those childhood lessons often do have a nostalgia to them, don't they?! YAM xx
Love the poem, and how does one learn other than by mistakes!
ReplyDeleteOh my. Did you get some milk in the end? Sorry, did she get any milk in the end?
ReplyDeleteKlem
We hope that She wasn't hurt too badly. Love your poem and the pic.
ReplyDeleteLove the nostalgia in the poem!
ReplyDeleteWhat a great poem and certainly a strong memory of the milk bottle incident.
ReplyDeleteThat was a cute poem! The Dad's uncle was a milkman and his Dad was the breadman!
ReplyDeleteUHOH.......a cute poem with a painful lesson! HAHA Love the story - and I bet you were thrilled to be given the huge responsibility of carrying those milk bottles until you fell anyway! :) Thanks for playing poetry with us!
ReplyDeleteHugs, Pam
Aw no, blood is never a good thing.
ReplyDeleteBob is always talking about the fact that when he was growing up they always had a Milkman and all the stories he tells about the one that was pulled by a horse and then when he changed over to a little truck and all this kind of stuff. We did not have milk men in the south
ReplyDeleteOuch. I've had those spills. I love the poem. Always well done.
ReplyDeleteHave a fabulous Thankful Thursday. Big hug. ♥
Some things just stick with us for years1!!! Bet that little girl learned the meaning of walk, don't run:)
ReplyDeleteWoos, Lightning, Misty, and Timber
What a wonderful poem/memory!!! I remember learning more than a few of those types of lessons LOL
ReplyDeleteYep, I remember the milkman leaving milk and other things at the door!
ReplyDeleteNice poem, your poor daughter. XO
ReplyDeleteLovely. You have a way with verse.
ReplyDeleteOMD, sounds like you and Ma might be twinsies! BOL! I sure hopes you don't have as many scars as she does......☺
ReplyDeleteKisses,
Ruby ♥