From thinkingpinkx2 Michelle Marie and Jeanne Marie, wishing you a Happy Pink Thanksgiving!
If I follow your blog, there’s a reason, and it’s not because you follow mine, although you may have come to my attention when you followed me.
I go to your blog out of respect and if I find something that I love, something that I can feel, I follow you.
I don’t really know the proper etiquette, but that works for me.
I also use key words to search and I love finding your treasures.
I found my favorite blog https://tellmeaboutit.co/ in my first few months of blogging, and this awesome writer and graphic artist has become one of my dearest friends, and my partner at thinkingpinkx2.com. https://thinkingpinkx2.wordpress.com/
Opening yourself up in this crazy new world, where people online are judge and jury and you are guilty until proven innocent, is incredibly brave.
So, I want to thank you all for sharing…
Jeanne Marie and Michelle Marie
Art, Jeanne Marie/Words, Michelle Marie
Inspired by Michelle Marie
For Michelle Marie and thinkingpinkx2
Grace Christine Doucette, October 12, 1926-July 27, 2009
Dear Jeanne Marie,
I’m dysfunctional? What’s that you say?
Well, I’ll deny it to my dying day.
I look at the world with rose-colored glasses,
It’s the men I find that make the wrong passes!
I’m so innocent, I believe all their lies
I think that’s true love deep in their eyes.
I see only what I want to be there
And accept love unafraid, not a care.
I function perfectly straight every day
And don’t allow reality to get in my way!
When I kiss my prince, he instantly
becomes a toad,
And I’m covered with warts,
alone on the road.
But I keep going, living my dreams,
Life just can’t be as bad as it seems!
Dysfunctional? Nope, not me!
I’m still waiting for my prince at seventy-three!
Guess Who? (Love, Mom)
by Grace Christine
How many times must a heart break,
before it falls apart?
How many times can we sift the ashes
and force the flame to start?
In the pain of loving and dying each day,
the smallest flame can light our way,
And as crazy as it may seem to some;
it’s the hope of love that’s yet to come.
So we bind the fragments together with
glue, and place our faith and hope with You.
You alone, can see the other side of life,
You alone, know the purpose
of our heartache and strife.
ODE TO THE MAILMAN
by Grace Christine
You keep the mail flowing between
my daughter’s house and mine,
It’s worth the price, for this way we find
That loves keeps alive with each letter
So tell me, sir, what could be better?
Through snow, rain, sleet,
or hot humid day,
We know our thoughts are on their way.
You guard our hearts,
sealed in white paper
And we trust your devotion,
what could be safer?
I just wish I could squeeze me
I know I’d be safe
throughout the long ride.
And when she opened
my extra-large letter
I would pop out and hug her…
that would be better!
Love ya dear, Mom
For my Partner in Pink
A beautiful Sand crane was standing on a wire looking down into my porch when she waved her wings at me.
I said, “Hey, come on down here and visit.”
She didn’t fly down to me, so I assumed that she didn’t have much to say.
She simply stood on one leg and waved her impressive, white wings.
She stared at me for a long while, until I began to wonder if maybe she was my mother.
Yes, I believe that our deceased loved ones can visit us, in numerous forms.
I sat watching her and I was entranced by her grace as she balanced on one foot.
Then, she lifted her wings and let the wind gently flow beneath them, moving like a ballerina on a tight rope, a dance so beautiful to behold.
Now I know why someone wrote the song, “You Are The Wind Beneath My Wings” because that’s exactly what she needed to touch the sky.
When the wind had lifted her wings sufficiently, she bounced on her feet and lifted off, a precious free spirit with wings that could carry her up, up into the clouds.
When I went out in the yard, a single white feather blew by my feet. I bent over to pick it up and brought it in the house.
I gave it a home in a glass mug, home to dozens of feathers from other visitors.
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