Thursday, April 16, 2009

To Susan Boyle

One day I heard someone tell my father that he was lucky he had at least one pretty daughter.
I knew I wasn't the pretty one.
Just as I'm sure you knew you weren't the pretty one.
No, my dear Susan, you're not pretty, you're beautiful.
Just like me.

I can listen (and watch) you sing all day. You give me hope.


Blogger Chris Casey said...

Glad you are feeling better. Whenever I am sick I write to pass the time.

10:02 AM  
Blogger Mitzi said...

I could hardly read, let alone write. I would nod off, I was so pooped.
But as the Beatles said, "it's getting better all the time.."

10:10 AM  

Post a Comment

<< Home