I Entered A Poem In A Poetry

I Enjoy Receiving And Giving Realistic Fiction, For Both Children And Adults, With Strong Characters, Beautiful Language, And Humane Visions.

I Wondered About Mrs. Winterbottom And What She Meant About Living A Tiny Life. If She Didn't Like All That Baking And Cleaning And Jumping Up To Get Bottles Of Nail Polish Remover And Sewing Hems, Why Did She Do It? Why Didn't She Tell Them To Do Some Of The Things Themselves? Maybe She Was Afraid There Would Be Nothing Left For Her To Do. There Would Be No Need For Her And She Would Become Invisible And No One Would Notice.

You Can't Keep The Birds Of Sadness From Flying Over Your Head, But You Can Keep Them From Nesting In Your Hair.

I Don't Remember Titles Of Books Or Authors From When I Was Young. I Remember The Title Of Only One Book, Which Was 'the Timber Toes.' I Remember It Was A Family Of Little Wooden People Who Lived In The Woods, And For Some Reason That Stayed With Me.

How Can You Love A Little Cat So Much In Such A Short Short Time?