In a home where love’s light lists… “Honey do’s” are sweetened twists. Tasks penned with a loving kiss, Moments in life we shant dismiss. She writes with a smile, her scrip…

In the quiet shadows where whisper… A lie is born, a truth to quell. Trust once strong, now fragile and… Hearts are broken, where do I beg… The eyes that once held warmth and…

Lori the Loggerhead Lori wears a carapace, ancient and… Etched with tales of shipwrecks an… Her flippers, like oars, propel he… Guided by the moon and stars of th…

In a weathered cottage by the sea, Where waves whisper its secrets to… Lived an old man named Elias Gray… His bones creaking with the weight… Arthritic fingers, gnarled like an…

In life’s vast sea, we often drift… Settle for less, giving others a l… Deceived by those with hearts untr… Yet still we rise, our spirits ren… From Florida’s warmth to Indiana’…

A century’s bloom, a life well-spe… A mother’s love, heaven-sent. One hundred and two years of grace… A journey through time, a cherishe… Her steps may falter, but not her…

In the heart of the home, she stan… A daughter, a mother, she juggles… With hands that work and a heart t… She lifts her family with unyieldi… In her mid-forties, yet timeless s…

In the realm of screens and endles… Where stories weave and tales unfo… A world of pixels, bright and bold… Yet truth, it seems, is bought and… We trust the posts, the likes, the…

Little master mellow, quite a lovely older fellow. Sits in a rocker, on his porch, making music, by a dim lit torch. Pen in hand, paper in his lap,

In the quiet hours of twilight, When shadows lengthen and memories… I find solace in the lines etched… Each wrinkle a testament to a life… The laughter lines around my eyes,

In the cold embrace of winter’s gr… When mornings arrive with an icy t… I find it hard to leave my bed, With dreams of warmth still in my… The world outside is gray and stil…

Waldo The Walrus, In the Icy waters where the brisk… Lives a walrus named Waldo, with… He’s big, he’s blubbery, a sight t… But all poor Waldo wants, is a fr…

In the quiet hours of twilights em… My heart breaking space. Your once vibrant eyes, dimmed be… Tells stories of struggles; of tri… The weight of your frailty rests o…

In the dance of cause and effect, Karma spins a subtle thread, Where actions plant the seeds we s… Bears fruit on the paths we’re led… What you reap is what you plant,