My skin, no longer youthful,
Glows and shimmers from the life we share.

My eyes sparkle with laughter,
Our language of love.

My hair, better behaved, all growed up
Older now. Wiser.

My heart hums, oh how content. It revels in you,
I bask in your adoration.

My mind — such mess! — grows ever thankful
You inhabit my life.

You make me feel beautiful.
Therefore, it must be so.

Today marks my fifth year of blogging on the WordPress platform. I still recall the hesitation – and anxiety – I felt when I first started to toy with the idea of creating a blog.

What would I write about? Did I have anything to say? If I threw this party, would anyone come?

While I’ve grown my reader base over the years, my numbers and stats are hardly phenomenal. But that doesn’t matter to me in the least. I’ve met some wonderfully talented and witty folks along the way and discovered incredible artists, writers, poets and photographers from all over the world. For me, that is reward enough.

Thank you to all who follow A Sawyer’s Daughter, who comment and like and continue to inspire me every time I open my Reader to see what others are up to.

Here are some of my favorite posts from the past year. As always, THANK YOU for looking!!

https://asawyersdaughter.com/2018/06/29/meteorology/

https://asawyersdaughter.com/2018/06/27/nature-calls/

https://asawyersdaughter.com/2018/06/19/cees-bw-photo-challenge-trains-and-tracks/

https://asawyersdaughter.com/2018/07/20/friday-flower-89/

https://asawyersdaughter.com/2018/07/05/alphabet-puke/

https://asawyersdaughter.com/2018/09/28/11036/

https://asawyersdaughter.com/2018/09/21/3-am/

https://asawyersdaughter.com/2018/09/20/cees-bw-photo-challenge-trees/

https://asawyersdaughter.com/2018/10/24/in-my-fathers-office/

https://asawyersdaughter.com/2018/12/27/why-i-shant-be-gorging-on-caviar-toasted-ritz-crackers-in-gold-plated-clawfoot-tubs-anytime-soon/

https://asawyersdaughter.com/2019/03/28/mrs-haukoo/

https://asawyersdaughter.com/2019/03/13/poetry-club-critique/

Broken croquet mallet,
spider-webbed, smothered in ancient dust,
grimy to the touch.

Great-aunt Belle’s favorite doll,
its left arm mysteriously AWOL.

Cousin Will’s six-gun, walnut-grain
plastic molded grip
cracked and splintered.

Allen wrenches and pipe-sockets
covered with raggedy newsprint

from five decades past,
yellowed, chewed through by mice
industrious creatures engineering

downy nests layered
with the headlines of the day —

Alderman Convicted of Embezzlement.
St. Ignatius Fundraiser a Grand Success.
Help Wanted: Detasslers and Bean Walkers. Good Money!