The South

Where tea is sweet and accents are sweeter; summer starts in April; front porches are wide and words are long; macaroni and cheese is a vegetable; pecan pie is a staple; Y’all is the only proper pronoun; chicken is fried and biscuits come with gravy; everything is darling and someone is always getting their heart blessed. -unknown

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

A poem that will touch your heart...

I found this poem the other day, that perfectly put into words what I was feeling about Brooks starting school. I was going to copy and paste it here, but the website that it is on requests that you not post it on your blog. I guess I'll do what they ask. I felt the need to share it with all of you.

A Prayer for Your Young Child


Michelle said...

Beautiful poem!

carrie said...

I love that poem. Thanks for sharing!