Little Poem for Mom from Chris

I can't seem to think well when I'm sick, But quickness and wit are overrated when feeling and intuition sing just as well, ring as joyful bells Love mom, love mom, purple and purple, yellow in bloom, palm tree waves and sea rushes to kiss your feet clean of mischievous sands, Sheryl picks sea-shells by the seashore: what happy shells. Collages of cats paws and troublemaking, sleepy-dreamling kit-maps, dreams not of college but the next snack, or, the important things like that and like looking at bird Travelling the better sides of the is big wine-bottle, free-flying bird in cloudless skies, speed of light stallion trains transporting you away to the country of your bliss... Your lifestyle is the better one—just feeling it wash over me soothes and makes me feel better! Love, and tickets to travel for all!