So, how are we all?
That's truly thoughtful of you asking us how we doing ☺️ Me? Right now at this moment I am suffering from a headache and want to write sumthin but with my head banging afraid that's out the question 😮💨 you caught my eyes with your question and I'm glad I dropped in, cuz what you confessed is something we all get writer's block, tbt I was in a like 6 yr block, frfr, but it was because my atmosphere and the wrong people...not gon' lie, i almost thought I'd never write again...so hey don't get too discouraged PrettyLady, u will eventually get inspired again, i guarantee it👌😎
Ahavati said:
And maybe even a bit more.
My father used to smoke pipes and would always have a peppermint afterwards. The smell of tobacco and peppermint brings back so many memories for me.
Ha! I was three in that pic., A, but I never developed the habit.🙃
It's true what you say, though, about an aroma. A single whiff and we're right back there in a once was world, sometimes at the most unexpected of moments.
I hope you still have at least one of your Dad's pipes to go with your memories.♥️
And maybe even a bit more.
My father used to smoke pipes and would always have a peppermint afterwards. The smell of tobacco and peppermint brings back so many memories for me.
Ha! I was three in that pic., A, but I never developed the habit.🙃
It's true what you say, though, about an aroma. A single whiff and we're right back there in a once was world, sometimes at the most unexpected of moments.
I hope you still have at least one of your Dad's pipes to go with your memories.♥️
Ahavati said:OMG! That is you? I had no idea. Unfortunately, I don't. I am unsure what happened to them.
Ha! I was a cutie. The rot's well and truly set in since then, though.🙃
That's a shame about your Dad's pipes. In the absence of them, here's a not very good poem for the two of you, written from your point of view. You should write a better one.
Smoke Rings
A single tendril
curling in the air.
A single sniff
and I can see you
sitting there,
just as you were
not long ago.
The orange glow,
the scented smoke,
the peppermint,
remembers all I need to know
about love.
💐
Ha! I was a cutie. The rot's well and truly set in since then, though.🙃
That's a shame about your Dad's pipes. In the absence of them, here's a not very good poem for the two of you, written from your point of view. You should write a better one.
Smoke Rings
A single tendril
curling in the air.
A single sniff
and I can see you
sitting there,
just as you were
not long ago.
The orange glow,
the scented smoke,
the peppermint,
remembers all I need to know
about love.
💐
ajay said:
Ha! I was a cutie. The rot's well and truly set in since then, though.🙃
That's a shame about your Dad's pipes. In the absence of them, here's a not very good poem for the two of you, written from your point of view. You should write a better one.
Smoke Rings
A single tendril
curling in the air.
A single sniff
and I can see you
sitting there,
just as you did
not long ago.
The orange glow,
the scented smoke,
the peppermint,
remembers all I need to know
about love.
💐
That is just beautiful! Thank you!
Ha! I was a cutie. The rot's well and truly set in since then, though.🙃
That's a shame about your Dad's pipes. In the absence of them, here's a not very good poem for the two of you, written from your point of view. You should write a better one.
Smoke Rings
A single tendril
curling in the air.
A single sniff
and I can see you
sitting there,
just as you did
not long ago.
The orange glow,
the scented smoke,
the peppermint,
remembers all I need to know
about love.
💐
That is just beautiful! Thank you!
