There's things I've learned from the Hurricane Ike.
There's things I really do and do not like.
Life's not so much measured by staying hot
As by being grateful for all the sweet things you got.
It's hard to beat a feeling of security and protection
But if anything does, it's a flood of affection.
There's two sides to stalwart detention
And mine now comes slathered in attention.
I know for me, the Mom is looking out,
So when I'm told "no", I no longer pout.
In all the many ways that I've been included
The magnitude of her love for me is exuded.
I'm finally blessed with the life I deserve
Comforts and conditions Mom fights hard to preserve.
The past is now far, far, far in the past
And I've come to know true love... at last!
My Friday Friend - *Hi, it's me, Timber. I have a very special friend I want to tell you all about. He comes to see me every night around the same time. While Mom and Dad...