
Warm feeling inside grows each minute.
No need to worry or stress now.
Just enjoying the time here
Sitting and pondering
About all & nothing.
Now enjoying
Protecting
Inner
Peace
A place to show my work

Warm feeling inside grows each minute.
No need to worry or stress now.
Just enjoying the time here
Sitting and pondering
About all & nothing.
Now enjoying
Protecting
Inner
Peace

A great teacher shines like the morning sun,
Warming hearts and minds, they inspire everyone.
With a spark of knowledge, they light up the way,
Fostering love for learning, come what may.
Inspiring the restless, the lost, and the shy,
Their kindness a beacon, reaching deep into the sky.
Approachable, friendly, with passion they teach,
In every small moment, they strive to reach.
Adaptable spirits, with patience they stand,
Listening intently, with a gentle hand.
Always improving, they seek to grow,
A guiding light in the classroom’s glow.
So here’s to the teachers, both near and far,
For lifting our spirits and raising the bar.
In their endless warmth, we find our place,
A haven for learning, a nurturing space.

In the stillness of the night, dreams draw near,
Whispers of the heart, only the soul can hear.
In the drawer of the mind, memories unfold,
Stories of the past, both cherished and told.
Sketches of the past, intricately drawn,
Bright colors of laughter, shadows of the dawn.
In the heart’s hidden drawer, emotions spawn,
A tapestry woven from dusk until dawn.

There once was a pack of dogs,
With a loyalty that sparked no fogs.
They made a bold pact,
To get their gold back,
From the sly, sneaky cats in their clogs.

Mindful movement
Take a few deep breaths, pause just before you begin, and then examine a flower. Pay attention to each part of it. How did the petals look? Are the leaves smooth or serrated? How does it smell?


In a world where choices often fade,
I’d choose a look that’s never dismayed.
A pair of jeans, well-worn and true,
Soft and cozy, just like the morning dew.
With a t-shirt snug against my skin,
It whispers comfort, where warmth begins.
A stylish jacket, casual grace,
Completes the ensemble, my perfect embrace.
Versatile fabric, for night or day,
In every moment, it finds a way.
With confidence blooming in every seam,
This outfit, my armor, fulfills my dream.
So let the seasons come and go,
In comfort I’ll wander, steady and slow.
For in this attire, I find my ease,
Wrapped in comfort, my soul’s gentle tease.

In a scroll of posts, I find my day,
Time slips away, like sand in the bay.
Lost in the feeds, I wander and roam,
Mindlessly drifting, far from my home.
With each little update, I glance and I sway,
But now I’m deciding to carve out my way.
I’ll limit the hours, be mindful and clear,
Making room for the moments I hold dear.

Bright light shines through the window so clearly.
Waking you up from deep sleep
Time to start the day now.

Every week, a creative prompt will be offered for you to unleash your imagination and artistic skills.
You can share your response in the form of art or any creative expression that the prompt inspires.
There are no restrictions and no deadlines, so feel free to take your time and enjoy the creative process.
Remember to label your response with #missysmadchallenge.
Your challenge for this week

Dolphins Sleep with One Eye Open
Dolphins can sleep with one eye open, allowing them to remain alert to predators while resting.


To face social anxiety isn’t a fight,
It’s a journey we take, not a wrong or a right.
Though it may seem daunting, it’s not all despair,
Sometimes anxiety can show us we care.
Feel the flutter, the cautious mind,
In those moments of doubt, strength you’ll find.
Embrace the jitters, let them be near,
For they can guide you, lessen your fear.
You have the power, the choice in your hand,
To keep anxiety in its own gentle land.
So take a deep breath, let your courage shine,
You are not alone; you’re on your own line.

Trust is hard for me to share,
It’s a treasure, precious and rare.
Only a few have earned it right,
A bond that feels just like daylight.
Built on honesty, respect, and truth,
It’s a strong tie, not a sleuth.
If you hold my trust, treat it well,
For it’s a story only we can tell.
Together we can conquer and grow,
In trust, our dreams continue to flow.

On a draft, she started to write,
A poem drifting in the night.
Words danced like leaves in the breeze,
Her thoughts took shape with heartfelt ease.