Instead, I think I could make a living as a poet.
Mr. T is out of town this week and I penned this little ditty for him. It's called
I love you. So here we go. I'm going to read it to you now. (Just imagine a nasaly hick accent and you'll have me down pat.) Ya' ready? Ahem....
I Love You
by Kathie Bishop Truitt (that's me)
I love you in Missouri, I love you in Montana,
I love you in Virginia
and when you wear a bandana.
I love you in the daylight,
I love you in the dark.
I would even love you
if you were eaten by a shark.
I love you when you're happy
I love you when you're sad.
But I think I'll love you most of all
When you become a Granddad.
So, what do you think? Could I make it as a poet?
Okay, don't answer that.
Really, I just wanted to leave a little note for him on Facebook. Of course, I had to keep it pretty tame, because it is Facebook, after all, and Mama reads it, the kids and all their friends, and their friend's friends.
So, I killed two birds with one stone. I let him know I love him and thinking about him, and at the same time let my facebook friends know that we are still,
(im)patiently waiting the arrival of little Sophia.
P.S. My book writing is much, much better than my poetry - I promise!
Hmm...maybe I should change 'bandana' to 'Atlanta'....no, that wouldn't work ...maybe I should....