Grandma:)

Well you've been passed a while,
and I still miss that smile.
I miss your laugh and your pranks
But I don't miss your pair of spanks.
I miss those antique adventures.
I especially miss those funny dentures.
I wish you were here,
To stop the tears,
Each and everyday
I know your not far away
But I still miss you.
Love Whit.

Paris

The air smells like fresh yeast bread and delicious pastries.
The people say good morning and kiss each other on each cheek.
The blue sky shines like a star alone in the darkness of night.
People pass smelling like roses and fresh linens,
and the Children laugh and whine about not getting a cupcake.
It's almost relaxing here in the world of Paris.
It's strange and almost alien to me.
The family stay together and people get up early and are helpful.
They even tell you the best places to see.
They even invite you over; you, a complete stranger.
This is the grand city of Paris

Senses

The sea shines like glass from the Moons light.
It shows every flaw, like the rocks by the bay,
Or the sand bar near the coral.
The wind blows gently against my skin like a angels kiss,
Subtle but noticeable. The dolphins jump like hyper children from a long car ride.
Each one showing it's pearl white stomach.
The ocean never ceases to amaze my senses.
From the smell of salt to the chilly breezes on my skin.
This is the Ocean.

The Daily Life of Me

Shower
               Make Up
                                   Hair Brushed and Blow Dryed
                                                                                        Clothes Finally On
Toast with Butter and Cinnamon
                                                       And a Drink of Orange Juice
                       School Then Home

                               Chores
A Small Dinner

                                       Then A Long Bath to End the Day
                                                                                                                 Bed Time

                        Good  Night Routine Boringness I'll See You Again Tomorrow
                                                          
                        
                             

This Crazy Love of Ours

Yesterday we had a water fight
We were soaking wet and covered in soap.
We laughed and giggled then you kissed my lips.
Only you would kiss a girl covered in soap.
You carried me to the porch and threw me a towel,
Only for me to drop it and you have to pick it up again.
Sometimes we act like small children,
Other times we act like we'd never be happy without each other.
Our love is crazy, and very different.
We fight, laugh, argue, and sometimes even yell.
But I can't imagine it any other way,
Because this is Our Love.