Nook and Cranny hid for hours,
tucked away between the folds
of denim jeans and wooley sweaters,
warmed by love and wonders told:
dusty boxes, balls of string,
and waiting laps that never scold.
tucked away between the folds
of denim jeans and wooley sweaters,
warmed by love and wonders told:
dusty boxes, balls of string,
and waiting laps that never scold.
15 comments:
CUTE! Very very cute! Darling poem! Sweet illo!
This is sooooo sweet...purple...yum,
I love it!
Sandy
Adorable! Absolutely adorable!
Do you have a book? Because you really should.
Precious! I absolutely love them!
Thanks for the smile. (Josh used to open drawers and nap on things.)
Just adorable!!
The sock kitties have come to life! :O
love the poem and the illustration, quite charming
I swear I commented on this one...Blogger must have eaten it.
This is wonderful, adorable, genius and heart-melting!
"...waiting laps that never scold."
Precious!
XX
I can imagine nearly falling off to sleep, and those devilish little red kittens beginning their night's fun.
I like the purple dresser, and the knobs, and I love kittens and cats, red or any other description.
Sweet poem.
i love purple too.
[and your hr676 widget! the 2009 bill was just introduced, on 1/26 no less.]
I love every single thing you do and every single thing you say. I know that you are totally groovy.
Love Renee
They must still be youngsters... our Big Kitty couldn't FIT into the drawers though she kept trying all her life LOL! Your poem is funny and happy.
What happened to the 5 horned wonderful snow guy???
Please bring him back ;)
XX
I love it! I love it! I love it! Delightful!
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