Stories told on porches in the night are the food that feeds our souls. A porch is a stepping off place, where girls kiss their parents goodbye and disappear into an adventure,where moms wait to hear their stories when they come home.It' a place where laughter drowns out the crickets, where friends become family. C'mon up to my porch, pull up a chair and tell me your story. We'll weave it into the quilt that wraps us up when life is cold.
Sunday, January 4, 2009
Auld Lang Syne
Give me your hand, my old dear friend and here's a hand of mine We'll drink a cup of kindness yet For auld lang syne
Marti Happy New Year! thanks for your comments my dear friend! I have experienced a crisis recently and I can't seem to shake the memory! love ya,natalie
Give me your hand, my old dear friend
4 comments:
Happy New Year Dearest, love ya, Gaz xxx
HERE'S TO OUR CUP OF FRIENDSHIP...
CHEERS!!!
A toast to you my dear friend! may you have a great New Year!~kbear
Marti
Happy New Year!
thanks for your comments my dear friend!
I have experienced a crisis recently and I can't seem to shake the memory!
love ya,natalie
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