It has been broken, mended, and broken again
How many times can an object be broken and mended...

I sit on my porch and look at the sky,
I see the simmering dots that float there...

Crystal so gentle,
with ocean blue eyes...

Life is a book with everyones stories
sometimes its long and never ends...

My angel has white feet
her steps are light and graceful...

I love your fuzzy tail
and cute little ears...