Whiny Wednesday

Why do I always have to be "the Frog" in Lennon's game of "Princess and the Frog"? Some days Mommy would like to be the princess too.

A Poem for Today

Dew

As neatly as peas

in their green canoe,

as discreetly as beads

strung in a row,

sit drops of dew

along a blade of grass.

But unattached and

subject to their weight,

they slip if they accumulate.

Down the green tongue

out of the morning sun

into the general damp,

they're gone.

~Kay Ryan, U.S. Poet Laureate