A seasonal poem by Terri Kirby Erickson
What a friend we have in St. Mickolas, and all the joys and pains he shares,
What a privilege to know him, he makes life easier to bear.
Thank you Mick!
Beautiful Mick, yes alone yet never by myself as well, but feeling safe because the Woods take care of their own
Thank you for the shout-out, Mick. I consider myself fortunate to have you and Terri Kirby Erickson in my business and private lives. Happy Holidays, my friend.
TKE writes my kind of poetry. Thanks for sharing her heart with us. I own her earlier books, but need to get the most recent one.
Beautiful. Merry Christmas, Mick! And now I know what those little sticks are that I've been finding around Lily's room. My latter day hippie child.
Amen.
Merry Christmas and peace as we tango into ‘24
What a friend we have in St. Mickolas, and all the joys and pains he shares,
What a privilege to know him, he makes life easier to bear.
Thank you Mick!
Beautiful Mick, yes alone yet never by myself as well, but feeling safe because the Woods take care of their own
Thank you for the shout-out, Mick. I consider myself fortunate to have you and Terri Kirby Erickson in my business and private lives. Happy Holidays, my friend.
TKE writes my kind of poetry. Thanks for sharing her heart with us. I own her earlier books, but need to get the most recent one.
Beautiful. Merry Christmas, Mick! And now I know what those little sticks are that I've been finding around Lily's room. My latter day hippie child.
Amen.
Merry Christmas and peace as we tango into ‘24