How do we count all the moments of the day?
For cherries and apple pie kisses distract
me. But I want to remember all that you say
For every moment with you fills me.
Are we alone on this planet of dismay?
I counted all the sheep and still felt cold.
But I can’t forget every smile you display,
Butterfly and rose petal touches that impact
my soul, there they breathe and stay.
Liyona is an “average joe” kind of writer who likes to think about ordinary things and then write them down. During her college years, she took a more serious bent toward writing and started to post on her blog (The Life and Times of a Quirky Character.)