Modern Mother Goose-On The Loose # 699 (Writing Through The Fingers)

There was the one who could write-

Her words made other lives’ bright.

.

At first she didn’t know that she could

write-

Until one day the words just came out

right there on site.

.

All of her life, she did not know-

That on everything she carried

had words on it that continued to grow.

.

It must have been a natural thing, for

she did not have to assert-

The words came naturally, there was no

exert.

.

It was as if her words flowed through her fingers,

as soon as she would pick up a paper, in which

to write-

Later on it would be the same scenario, in type.

.

As she wrote, she did not think it was all that-

As a matter of fact, she wondered why she wrote

what she did as she sat.

.

Until one day, she picked up a piece of paper that

she had written a long time ago-

It was something that she could not have written,

the words she did not recognize or know.

.

But, it had her name on it, so it was have been

written by her-

It was so wonderful, that it gave her a heartstir.

.

Obviously, she was too critical, of her own work,

as it was being done-

Had to be put away, and brought back out again,

for it to shine in the sun.

.

There was the one who could write-

Her words made other lives’ bright.

-2011-

Modern Mother Goose-On The Loose # 699 (Writing Through The Fingers)

There was the one who could write-

Her words made other lives’ bright.

.

At first she didn’t know that she could

write-

Until one day the words just came out

right there on site.

.

All of her life, she did not know-

That on everything she carried

had words on it that continued to grow.

.

It must have been a natural thing, for

she did not have to assert-

The words came naturally, there was no

exert.

.

It was as if her words flowed through her fingers,

as soon as she would pick up a paper, in which

to write-

Later on it would be the same scenario, in type.

.

As she wrote, she did not think it was all that-

As a matter of fact, she wondered why she wrote

what she did as she sat.

.

Until one day, she picked up a piece of paper that

she had written a long time ago-

It was something that she could not have written,

the words she did not recognize or know.

.

But, it had her name on it, so it was have been

written by her-

It was so wonderful, that it gave her a heartstir.

.

Obviously, she was too critical, of her own work,

as it was being done-

Had to be put away, and brought back out again,

for it to shine in the sun.

.

There was the one who could write-

Her words made other lives’ bright.

-2011-

Modern Mother Goose-On The Loose # 649 (To Recognize?)

I did not recognize the llittle ghost that ran through the yard-

Even though I looked extra hard.

.

I did not recognize the wee witch-

That crossed quickly over my ditch.

.

I did not recognize the brazen skeleton-

That rushed through the yard and was on the run.

.

I did not recognize the many little pumpkins who

happened to pass by-

Some wanting candy, some wanting a bottle, in

full cry.

.

Yes, it was a strange Halloween night to go through-

Didn’t recognize anyone, but they are where all of

my candy went to.

.

I did not recognize the litte ghost that ran through the yard-

Even though I looked extra hard.

-2011-

Modern Mother Goose-On The Loose # 699 (Writing Through The Fingers)

There was the one who could write-

Her words made other lives’ bright.

.

At first she didn’t know that she could

write-

Until one day the words just came out

right there on site.

.

All of her life, she did not know-

That on everything she carried

had words on it that continued to grow.

.

It must have been a natural thing, for

she did not have to assert-

The words came naturally, there was no

exert.

.

It was as if her words flowed through her fingers,

as soon as she would pick up a paper, in which

to write-

Later on it would be the same scenario, in type.

.

As she wrote, she did not think it was all that-

As a matter of fact, she wondered why she wrote

what she did as she sat.

.

Until one day, she picked up a piece of paper that

she had written a long time ago-

It was something that she could not have written,

the words she did not recognize or know.

.

But, it had her name on it, so it was have been

written by her-

It was so wonderful, that it gave her a heartstir.

.

Obviously, she was too critical, of her own work,

as it was being done-

Had to be put away, and brought back out again,

for it to shine in the sun.

.

There was the one who could write-

Her words made other lives’ bright.

-2011-

Modern Mother Goose-On The Loose # 649 (To Recognize?)

I did not recognize the llittle ghost that ran through the yard-

Even though I looked extra hard.

.

I did not recognize the wee witch-

That crossed quickly over my ditch.

.

I did not recognize the brazen skeleton-

That rushed through the yard and was on the run.

.

I did not recognize the many little pumpkins who

happened to pass by-

Some wanting candy, some wanting a bottle, in

full cry.

.

Yes, it was a strange Halloween night to go through-

Didn’t recognize anyone, but they are where all of

my candy went to.

.

I did not recognize the litte ghost that ran through the yard-

Even though I looked extra hard.

-2011-

Modern Mother Goose-On The Loose # 699 (Writing Through The Fingers)

There was the one who could write-

Her words made other lives’ bright.

.

At first she didn’t know that she could

write-

Until one day the words just came out

right there on site.

.

All of her life, she did not know-

That on everything she carried

had words on it that continued to grow.

.

It must have been a natural thing, for

she did not have to assert-

The words came naturally, there was no

exert.

.

It was as if her words flowed through her fingers,

as soon as she would pick up a paper, in which

to write-

Later on it would be the same scenario, in type.

.

As she wrote, she did not think it was all that-

As a matter of fact, she wondered why she wrote

what she did as she sat.

.

Until one day, she picked up a piece of paper that

she had written a long time ago-

It was something that she could not have written,

the words she did not recognize or know.

.

But, it had her name on it, so it was have been

written by her-

It was so wonderful, that it gave her a heartstir.

.

Obviously, she was too critical, of her own work,

as it was being done-

Had to be put away, and brought back out again,

for it to shine in the sun.

.

There was the one who could write-

Her words made other lives’ bright.

-2011-

THREE THINGS THAT CAN HAPPEN TO MAKE SOMEONE NOT RECOGNIZE THEMSELVES (2004)

1. They can get a new haircut.

2. They can do the plastic surgery thing.

3. They can become a victim of identity theft.
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YOU ARE YOU-
UNTIL YOU BECOME TWO!

Three Ways To Know That You Will See Someone That You Know While You Are Out Christmas Shopping (2009)

1. You live in a small community.
2. Everyone, including your Grandma, is out shopping.
3. You ball your hair up and don’t put on your makeup.
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When you relax and let it go-
That is the time when you run into
everyone that you know.

Modern Mother Goose-On The Loose # 699 (Writing Through The Fingers)

There was the one who could write-

Her words made other lives’ bright.

.

At first she didn’t know that she could

write-

Until one day the words just came out

right there on site.

.

All of her life, she did not know-

That on everything she carried

had words on it that continued to grow.

.

It must have been a natural thing, for

she did not have to assert-

The words came naturally, there was no

exert.

.

It was as if her words flowed through her fingers,

as soon as she would pick up a paper, in which

to write-

Later on it would be the same scenario, in type.

.

As she wrote, she did not think it was all that-

As a matter of fact, she wondered why she wrote

what she did as she sat.

.

Until one day, she picked up a piece of paper that

she had written a long time ago-

It was something that she could not have written,

the words she did not recognize or know.

.

But, it had her name on it, so it was have been

written by her-

It was so wonderful, that it gave her a heartstir.

.

Obviously, she was too critical, of her own work,

as it was being done-

Had to be put away, and brought back out again,

for it to shine in the sun.

.

There was the one who could write-

Her words made other lives’ bright.

-2011-

Modern Mother Goose-On The Loose # 699 (Writing Through The Fingers)

There was the one who could write-

Her words made other lives’ bright.

.

At first she didn’t know that she could

write-

Until one day the words just came out

right there on site.

.

All of her life, she did not know-

That on everything she carried

had words on it that continued to grow.

.

It must have been a natural thing, for

she did not have to assert-

The words came naturally, there was no

exert.

.

It was as if her words flowed through her fingers,

as soon as she would pick up a paper, in which

to write-

Later on it would be the same scenario, in type.

.

As she wrote, she did not think it was all that-

As a matter of fact, she wondered why she wrote

what she did as she sat.

.

Until one day, she picked up a piece of paper that

she had written a long time ago-

It was something that she could not have written,

the words she did not recognize or know.

.

But, it had her name on it, so it was have been

written by her-

It was so wonderful, that it gave her a heartstir.

.

Obviously, she was too critical, of her own work,

as it was being done-

Had to be put away, and brought back out again,

for it to shine in the sun.

.

There was the one who could write-

Her words made other lives’ bright.

-2011-