My 9-year-old niece wanted me to write a poem for her class on 'A child's dream'. Writing the poem was not the tough part but making it sound like a 9-yr-olds was. I couldn't use fancy poetry words :P Had to use normal english (whatever happened to...

I was gently woken up by a father who fed me a glass of milk in my sleep everyday because i wouldn't drink it if i was awake... I was put back to sleep but sometimes i would just snuggle up to him after my lactose dose and he would patiently hold me...

I wake up every morning to see, He still does not smile at me. What did i do to anger him so? I dearly wished i could know. I remembered his smiles from long ago, Lifted me up when i was low. So I went unto him and turned his lock, He hadn't been wound...

Sometimes you think you are fine... The world around you is awesome... You are on a high... Things are working out... exactly the way you want them to... You learn to forget the things you must... You learn... at last... to move on.... You learn that...

Last evening at a bookstore, Father P suggests books to buy: FP: Why don't you buy Gerald Durell? I used to love reading his books as a kid. Me: What does he write on? FP: He catches and preserves exotic animals... he writes on how he catches them Me:...