Wings

When you dream, ponder things,

use your imagination....

do you ever think about being

something else in nature?

I've wondered what it would be like to be my dog many a time! She has a loving and sheltered life. Her needs are met, she gets treats. Autumn is loved and shown a a great     deal of affection which she soaks up to the point of sheer bliss and wagging tail.

Butterflies

delightful, vivid colors

patterns, shapes

almost perfect in design!

They flutter, they flit, they fly. Wouldn't you like to be able to do that?

and they bring smiles to people's face -

be it young or old...

Would you like to be a horse

galloping in a field of green,

a sassy cat perched in a window watching the squirrels play, a child again?

I think I might be a soaring bird.... but then I'm quite content being me too!

I'd love to hear from you, Jennifer



Flutter To

Tell me how you came to be,
your fluttery wings inside of me.
Up and down, you'd roll around.
Waiting for adventures found.








Patient baby, yes it's true.
Many nights, you slept them through.
You'd nurse and sigh, those bright blue eyes,
tiny hands could touch the sky.

Walking, new adventures still.

cuts and bruises, bumps and crashes,

911's - Matt, you were the busy son!

Teenage years were challenges more,
you struggled, stretched and finally soared.

                                                      Manhood has made changes true.

you see the world and I miss you.

I follow adventures as you go,

Nothing changes - I love you so.

                                                                                                                Jennifer Ingram