Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow

How do you feel?
About losing your hair
How will you feel?
when the last fibre falls

When you walk the streets
Will you hold your head high?
Have you got the right stuff?
To withstand uninformed stares.

I think I can.
I know I will.

Tomorrow morning I will lose my hair for the Leukaemia Foundation. Twice I exceeded my personal fundraising goals for the World's Greatest Shave. I better get a beanie ready.

Places In My Head

Poetry by Melissa Gaggiano

Feet + Heart

Clooney

- Melissa Gaggiano

Ocean

Melissa Gaggiano scribbles

Thought You Should Know

    I'm a dork through and through. More than once I tried being cool, but it froze my heart and it felt like I was wearing my underwear back to front. So I'll just be a dork through and through.

© Michael Leunig

Surf's Up

Art by Melissa Gaggiano.

Poetic Apron

    I am a lucky girl this week. Why? Because a lovely lady, by the name of Donna, [all the way over in Virginia, US of A] kindly offered to make me an apron. How did this happen, you may ask? Well it's kind of a windy story, but here goes [the short of the long of it]...

Donna is friends with Candice.

I am becoming friends with Candice.

Donna made an apron for Candice.

Candice is proud as punch of her special apron.

Candice blogs about lovely apron.

I see photos of apron - love it!

I leave nice comment about apron.

Donna sees comment and offers to make me an apron.

Apron arrives, now I am wearing the apron.

    Now this is no ordinary apron. It is an apron with mystery - it is a poetry apron. You see there is a special pocket especially sewn for the storage of poems. And when I unfolded my apron it already had a piece of poetry waiting to be read.

    Thank you Donna! The apron is awesome and it brings out my inner country girl.

    When Donna isn't sewing aprons and reading poetry, she is also creating quaint photography with a country and vintage vibe. You can check out her work at:

www.patchworkphotos.com

    And if you'd like to see where this all began, visit Candice's blog:

www.candiceransom.com/honeysucklevine

Autumn Heart

Photography by Melissa Gaggiano

Finding my heart

In the Autumn dark

Treading these boards

I am seeking your light

When I see the heart

I know I am home

Your heart floats before me

And if I am lost

It will light my way home.

Autumn

Time

Autumn Poetry

My Cat Came From Outer Space

Piper, my cat is a very clumsy creature, always doing things like falling off tables and ledges. The following short poem is inspired by Piper and is told from the perspective of a child.

Enjoy...

I have a pet cat.

But between you and I,

I do not think she is really a cat.

She doesn’t behave,

The way most cats rave.

She falls off tabletops,

With an earth shuddering flop.

Mum and Dad get a laugh, and say,

“She must be from another planet.”

Me though, I do have to wonder.

Watching my cat take another blunder.

Could it be that, my cat is an alien?

It would explain why she dances to Lily Allen.

Sometimes around the corner, I spy,

I am sure I have seen her fly.

At night she watches the stars by my window,

Perhaps waiting for a ship to take her in tow.

My Heart Within

I cannot betray the colours of my mind.

However I can choose to share with you that which lies inside.

My heart is something that cannot be broken.

And if handled with care it can be opened and the light within will be seen,

if your heart be true.