Tuesday's are my favorite day... On Wednesday I get blown away.

A fair maiden is described as this, Cold cutting to the heart, yet full of bliss Falling gently through the air, This word can’t be seen everywhere What am I?

A fruit thrown overboard houses this word, A pirates words may have you lured To its domain in places of water, Yellow, Blue, or Pink may be its color Full of holes yet soft and full A character made from this word is rarely dull What am I?

I had quite a day with my almost teenage son, we sat and we played, watched movies for fun. School is out, though not for long, I cherish each moment, time with my son.

It could be me. It could be you. It could be him, as well as her too. So many it could, oh so many, you see. Well I’m not just ‘WORD’! There’s only one me.