poetry

i visited my dear blog friend charity today, she shared her poetry, she is a wonderful writer. she also shared a sweet, and innocent poem about those first youthful experiences of love found here.



so in the spirit of love and charity i thought i would post a poem that has always made me catch my breath.

A White Rose

John Boyle O'Reilly (1844-1890)

The red rose whispers of passion,

And the white rose breathes of love;

O the red rose is a falcon,

And the white rose is a dove.

But I send you a cream-white rosebud

With a flush on its petal tips;

For the love that is purest and sweetest

Has a kiss of desire on the lips.

comfort food

conversation with number 2 son this morning.

what would you like for breakfast?

tacos

we can have tacos for dinner. how about pancakes?

no, i want tacos because the sun is out.

truth be told we have had some unorthodox things for breakfast before. ice cream sundaes, strawberry pie, cold pizza. i don't think i want to make tacos this morning though.

what do you like to eat, and at what time?

i like to drink hot chocolate; it makes me feel calm and cozy. even when you cannot survive without your air conditioner, i like to have a hot chocolate with whipped cream on top. i am not so crazy about the marshmallow part except for the fact that it is aesthetically pleasing. maybe it reminds me of fall evenings, football games, childhood, making snowmen?

so tacos for dinner tonight and maybe he can have tacos for breakfast tomorrow!

here is a little jack johnson with a bit of his own comfort food. i personally would forgo the bananas and throw in a handful of nuts. number 2 daughter would like blueberries.