Love Being

Poem By RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Slipping, sliding through the morning, listening to Cindy
Lauper singing, 'Girls just want to have fun', an uplifting

Enjoy it totally, having fun in life also, finding being
with family is always a joyous occasion, partying together,
all eighty-three of us.

A new little grand niece has been born, her name is Lyric,
a very musically inclined little one.

When the doctor was doing a three-D video of her still in-
side her mother's womb, my niece and doctor started singing,
they watched in amazement as she started clapping in time
with the music! Doctor could not believe his eyes!

The video was on facebook for a while, don't know if it
still is however, it was just amazing to see this tiny
being listening and clapping to the rhythm.

So happy to have her with us now, to hold and love her
all the time, coming to my birthday party tonight with
her Mom.

My birthday is on Tuesday, but we are celebrating it to-
day, that way I can also celebrate the last few days of
my sixty-fourth year and living through it! !

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Tar sucking in warm rays of the sun.
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