The Edge

I didn't fall over the edge-I just wasn't feeling my best. My thyroid went off the charts-for a bit. I was in Debbie Downer mode. 

 I have been busy-I put my house on a diet. I still have the dreaded attic to face-too hot up there right now.

 So, Kerry from the Imaginary Garden emailed July's schedule and there was my name. I knew it was time to come back. I have missed blogging, missed all of you and feel sad I didn't keep up. My friend, Sherry kept emailing me to see if I was still alive. 

 My prompt over in the Imaginary Garden is: 

 I want to end my Debbie Downer cycle. So, let's not concentrate on what we have out grown, but what we will never out grow! My first thoughts are: Love, laughter, the ocean, the stars, flowers, rainbows, the sky's color, words, rebirth of spring, puppies, music, movies, and much, much more. Poets, writers and artists seem to be able to keep their inner child alive longer, than most. So, pen a poem about what you will never out grow-what will always delight, inspire, and amaze you. 

 © Ella Wilson

  

Christmas in July

  my gift- a doll

 found in a field 

of yellow stars

 wearing a green 

striped dress 

with tiger stripes 

named my sugar, Ruby

 She blushes bright red, not pink

 melts my heart 

her kisses so, sweet. 

my doll makes me feel 

nine years 

young

 with a giddy grin 

I hold my doll 

Her teeth are black n' white

 goodness

 her bright red smile

wider than mine

wiping sugar's kisses off my chin 

will never get old. 

 © Ella Wilson