I really miss Kris, which is really sad since he's only been away two days, but this weekend has just pointed out to me in every way possible how much I depend on him and need him in my life. Thankfully he returns tomorrow (today, technically) so the smile will return to my face again. Working on my English poetry notebook right now. It's theme is time. I tried to be original...it was difficult. Anyway, part of the assignment is to write three poems of our own on the theme, so here is one I just now jotted down (I think it's really sad): Retired Toys Once treated kindly and fair, Then abused with love— A little scratch, a small tear— Slowly reveals years of innocent play And warm care. Initially given brand new, Then handed down and well-used, Stitches and glue make the old again new. Surviving the seasons And lasting through kindergarten, Hiding on cluttered shelves From a box labeled “Unwanted”, The once-loved toys sit unaware But conceivably trembling For the day of departure, When the child’s note there; For Time has rendered through the air And Age has met a face. Eventually the room will change As Time quietly takes her place. Garage sale ends And all still remain, (at least, those who were loved enough to be given a name). The years become more, Use becomes less, Until the meaning of ‘cherish’ Is put to the test; It’s time for retirement, and For play things to rest, Because they’ve been through a lot, And to be shelved would be best. Carrie