So, this is my 50th post!!!  Thank you everyone for all of your comments and kind words.  You'll never know how much they mean to me. <3  I thought I would share this poem I wrote last month.  I like writing poems,  tis fun!  Anyways,  here you go...
                                               
                                                                      "The Hankie"
                                                                By Morgan LuaAnn
                                                            There once was a Hankie
                                                            Plain and white
                                                            It belonged to a little girl 
                                                           Who had no sight
                                                           One day the little girl tripped
                                                           And fell
                                                           The Hankie tried so hard to
                                                           Yell
                                                           But the little girl could not see
                                                           So she gentle felt the ground
                                                           The Hankie tried to tell the girl where
                                                           He lay, but alas!  There was no sound
                                                           She felt and felt for as long as 
                                                           She might
                                                           But she could not do much with her
                                                           Loss of sight
                                                           So she got up and felt her way
                                                           Home
                                                           And now our little Hankie is 
                                                           All alone...
                                                           When the girl got home she cried
                                                            To her Dad
                                                            And told him what happened to her Hankie
                                                            And how she was sad
                                     
                                                            Her Dad took her by the hand
                                                            And told her to show him on what sort
                                                            Of land
                                                            She led him right to the spot
                                                            By feeling her way, a brave
                                                            Little, tot
                                                            Her Father crouched down to look
                                                            All around
                                                            And saw her Hankie down on the
                                                            Ground
                                                            He picked it up and dried her
                                                            Eyes
                                                            Gave it to her and said,
                                                            "Don't cry"
                                                            The Hankie was so glad to be back
                                                             In her pocket              
                                                            With the little girl romping around
                                                             Like a rocket
                                                                         The End