A poem for the ones needing a little bit of hope
That’s nice
Thank you!
My wife is Italian by the way , I used to like Italian food but these days are Pasta
I really appreciate this poem, Megan.
I am always left wondering… what happened to the left sock?
It left, or it was left behind??
I can’t ever seem to make up for lost matches… and for some reason it’s hard to dispense with all of the ones left behind, unmatched.
It is a puzzle, indeed 🫶🏼
This made me tear up. Such beauty and comfort in the mundane if we just stop and notice. Thank you for sharing light. 💕
Yes, yes, yes!!
Thank you 🫶🏼
Love
Many thanks, Reem! 🫶🏼
That’s nice
Thank you!
My wife is Italian by the way , I used to like Italian food but these days are Pasta
I really appreciate this poem, Megan.
I am always left wondering… what happened to the left sock?
It left, or it was left behind??
I can’t ever seem to make up for lost matches… and for some reason it’s hard to dispense with all of the ones left behind, unmatched.
It is a puzzle, indeed 🫶🏼
This made me tear up. Such beauty and comfort in the mundane if we just stop and notice. Thank you for sharing light. 💕
Yes, yes, yes!!
Thank you 🫶🏼
Love
Many thanks, Reem! 🫶🏼