Poem -

Count my blessings

Count my blessings

There are such a large amount of blessings that I could count if I actually stopped to think, whilst I have had a full happy, healthy life with no tragedies or strife and travelled to places that have tickled me pink..there is nothing much that I would change if I had my time again, I was blessed with three beautiful daughters so I really can’t complain..and little did I know when I had my three daughters that two of my eldest would have three girls more, so now I have six girls keeping me occupied and each and every one of them I adore

They say that everything in life happens for a reason, well I have to say wholeheartedly that I agree.. I love little girls and tho I wasn’t blessed with sons, my six lasses were meant for me.. so I think myself fortunate, there’s nothing else that I need.. I live in a lovely house, I am comfortable indeed..we all live in the same little town in the heart of the countryside that is out in the sticks, so I can honestly say that because I am lucky, that I count my blessings times six

Like 0 Pin it 0
Support CosmoFunnel.com

Support CosmoFunnel.com

You can help support the upkeep of CosmoFunnel.com via PayPal.

Log in to leave a comment.

Comments

Poem -

An English castle đź’™

An English castle đź’™

Up cobbled slopes stoney and steep, I am on the top turret of the coastline castle keep

I look at...

Poem -

Mother nature cried🥲

Mother nature cried🥲

The highest heavens opened up yon floodgates in the shrouded skies

As Mother nature sighed and...

Poem -

Me and my musicđź’•

Me and my musicđź’•

I am lying, loving listening to my favourite songs, from that local station on the radio

It’s just...

Latest poems in Epic, Narrative, Romance, Speculative, Verse

Poem -

The timeless curse

You show a fancy future in hopes we will accept the trail of bodies left behind because you are inept....

Poem -

OUR COMPOSURE

OUR COMPOSURE

When we give people what they don't expect...

When we listen and don't react...

They show...

Poem -

Of An Unknown Poet

Of An Unknown Poet

As I stand at the graveside
of an unknown poet
overgrown are the weeds
a tomb stone...

Advertise on CosmoFunnel.com