Wild hair blows in the crisp night breeze
Moonlight travel in the “Too cold!” freeze
Throat frost pain in the run to warm
Grandmother Moon looks down; no alarm
“Where go you child, running fast and far?”
“To the barn, and the hay, and the roof hole stars!
They are all I need, dear Grandmother mine.”
“Hurry on, little one, you will be just fine.”
~ E. R. Brown ~
Watercolor Up Late by Lance Weisser
The Walking Owl 
How perfectly have you evoked such a simple, beautiful memory…
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Thank you for your sweet words. Isn’t it wonderful how the precious memories from “child mind” grow our spirits during our adult years … if called upon. Kisses to Sir Bloo … and you.
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Oh I love this! Grandmother moon is always watching over! “You’ll be just fine.”
How comforting that is!
You’re never alone when she is around.
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I love the Grandmother. She has saved me from the depths of my deepest well on many occasions.
Shall I say it … huh … shall I? *gets face set just right with a wink bit sly*
YAAAAASSS!!! 😙
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ROTFLMAO!!!!!!!!!!!!
YAAAASSSSSS!!!!
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