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​ The Lighter Side of Life

Giggles and giggles and more giggles!  Dandelion fluff!  Baby ducks!  Puppies and teddy bears!  Hoses and bubbles!  A butterfly on your nose!  The man in the moon!  Grandma and grandpa hugs!  Cookies!  A cheerful robin!  Sleepy kittens!  Lollipops!  Warm, squishy mud! 

Dancing in the rain!  

These are a few of my favorite things!

Image by Senjuti Kundu
Image by Senjuti Kundu

Mission

I love to laugh!

I love to be silly and goofy, to sing off key, make strange bird noises, bark like a seal, and have others laugh along with me!

As a child, one thing I learned in my highly dysfunctional and abusive family, was that by acting the clown, being as silly as I could, often diffused a potentially dangerous situation. 

Vision

I have never forgotten that lesson.  Laughter is healing; laughter brings joy.  The clear, happy giggle of a child is the sweetest sound in the world!  It diffuses anger, releases tension, eases heartache.  It is a blessing from the Lord!  So in everything, as I celebrate my Savior, it is my joy to bring the Creator's love and laughter to the hearts of many.  I hope this page at least makes you smile! 

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A silver dime moon

playing peek-a-boo with clouds

Laughing trees reach high.

Katrina Sweeney

February 25th, 2016

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Venus and the Moon

Venus danced with the Moon last night

across a star-strewn sky

The Moon was in a yellow suit;

Venus all in white.

Around and around

the sky they flew

circling to the West

and neither cared that the daylight grew

nor cared at all for rest.

But when the Sun

lifted up her head

and filled the sky with light

Venus dashed away

and the Moon blushed red--

He hurried off and cried:

"Goodnight!"

Katrina Sweeney

March 18, 2020

Pink Sugar

Our Daughter Will Not Date

Our daughter will not date,

it's a concept that we hate!

and still the young men gather 

at the gate, gate, gate!

Our daughter will not date,

how many times must we re-state?

and yet young men keep coming

to the gate, gate, gate!

Our daughter will not date,

this fact we do relate

so why do they keep coming

to the gate, gate, gate?

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Pink Sugar

But...

 

Our daughter will not date,

not until she's thirty-eight

and still the young men gather

at the gate, gate, gate!

My daughter will not date!

Her dad reiterates

as he stands with a weapon

by the gate, gate, gate!

Our daughter will not date,

but we will save a plate

 in case one of them is worthy

by the gate, gate, gate!

 

 

Katrina Sweeney

February 7th, 2016

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De Demise of De Hot Wattah Heatah!

Oh, sing praises for de heatah of de hot wattah! 

In First World countries I tink dat we oughta! 

Who cares about de germs, or parasitic worms,

When dere is something to heat de hot wattah!

 

Oh, sing praises for de heatah of hot wattah!

We never tink of it when we really oughta!

We never count de wishes, while we do de dishes

Of doze who do not have de hot wattah!

 

Oh, sing praises for de heata of hot wattah!

How sad when it blows and de hot wattah goes

All over de garage with a fountainous barrage

Of wattah dripping over all dat you gotta!


Oh, praise for de man who fixes de hot wattah!

A brave man he goes, running off to Lowes©

And buys a new hot wattah heattah!

 

Oh, sing praise for de hot wattah heattah!

Once again we knows, de hot wattah flows

From de heatah to de sink, and before we can tink

All de dishes is washed by de daughtta!

 

Katrina Sweeney

December 4, 2017

 

Can you guess what broke down in our home today?! 

My Grace

 I love to kiss her sweet soft cheek

When she stumbles to me sleepy-eyed,

Into my arms she cuddly creeps

With soft and warm and gentle sigh;

I tuck her close, I hold her near,

'Twas never such a one so dear--

So blessed am I by grace above

To have a Grace to hold and love!   

Katrina Sweeney

November 5th, 2015

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Crow

Black-winged silent beauty

flight echoed

pine to pine

across the silvery meadow.

In a blur of mist and greenness

he sends out his voice

in a still-sleeping world.

Katrina Sweeney

July 1988

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