I phoned my son yesterday to ask why all the birds don’t migrate in the winter, as I worry about the few who are left. He told me that they are insulated. I didn’t know that.
My motto should be “Don’t worry, it may never happen.“ I used to think that women worry more than men, but have changed my mind about that. Many of my male friends worry as much as I do!
I’ve just written this little poem.
Thoughts are like butterflies
Elusive fragile things
Not always bright and beautiful
Just going round in rings.
One leads to another
A never ending spire
They can be inspirational
Or more a funeral pyre.
It’s hard to think to order
To chase away the bad
I wish such thoughts could stay away
And never be so sad,
If they were up for auction
I’d buy a ton or two -
I’d only keep the happy ones
And throw out all the “blue”.
Happy thoughts are with me today because my son is coming to France with me at the end of April to celebrate my birthday.
My wish for you all this April is to have contented and exciting thoughts!