  Where have I been? Busy doing nothing, I guess. Feeling sad, most days, because things in life never go right, being confused of what to say or do. Feeling hurt, lost and lonely. Good job little Jessie is here to make me smile, and to snuggle up. I must add my Father's poems, here's one about our Bazil cat we had for some 16 years, although this was written when he was about 2.
BAZIL He steals across the darkend shed, On moonlit nights, when all's a bed. The little things that flutter by, Seldom miss his keen green eye. And when he's tired, he stretches out, Until he hears my little girl shout . . . .
. . B.A.Z.I.L . . . Copyright &copy;1989 Julie Franceschini More poems will follow, will need to sort through them all first. 
