June 28, 2010
Published by Diaper Sissy at June 28, 2010
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Buttercups and Daisies

Buttercups and daisies- Oh the pretty flowers, Coming ere the springtime To tell of sunny hours. While the trees are leafless, While the fields are bare, Buttercups and daisies Spring up here and there. Ere the snowdrop peepeth, Ere the croscus bold, Ere the early primrose Opes its paly gold, Somewhere on a sunny bank Buttercups are bright; Somewhere ‘mong the frozen grass Peeps the daisy white. Little hardy flowers Like to children poor, Playing in their sturdy health By their mother’s door: Purple with the north wind, Yet alert and bold; Fearing not and caring not, Though they be a-cold. What to them is weather! What are stormy showers! Buttercups and daisies Are these human flowers! He who gave them hardship And a life of care, Gave them likewise hardy strength, And patient hearts, to bear. Welcome yellow buttercups, Welcome daisies white, Ye are in my spirit Visioned, a delight! Coming ere the springtime Of sunny hours to tell- Speaking to our hearts of Him Who doeth all things well.
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June 22, 2010
Published by Diaper Sissy at June 22, 2010
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The Fieldmouse

Where the acorn tumbles down, Where the ash tree sheds its berry, With your fur so soft and brown, With your eye so round and merry, Scarcely moving the long grass, Fieldmouse, I can see you pass. Little thing, in what dark den, Lie you all the winter sleeping? Till warm weather comes again, Then once more I see you peeping Round about the tall tree roots, Nibbling at their fallen fruits. Fieldmouse, fieldmouse, do not go, Where the farmer stacks his treasure, Find the nut that falls below, Eat the acorn at your pleasure, But you must not steal the grain He has stacked with so much pain. Make your hole where mosses spring, Underneath the tall oak’s shadow, Pretty, quiet harmless thing, Play about the sunny meadow. Keep away from corn and house, None will harm you, little mouse. Cecil Frances Alexander Lily
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May 31, 2010
Published by Diaper Sissy at May 31, 2010
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Bridal Diaper

The Bridal Diaper is an urban legend circulated widely among Adult Baby and Diaper Lover communities. The legend is that it is a popular trend for brides to wear some form of diaper under their wedding dress. The legend is propagated as a fantasy of many fetishists, as male fetishists are attracted to the idea of a bride wearing a diaper under her dress, and female fetishists are attracted to the idea of wearing a diaper under their dress. Thanks to internet message boards, a fairly small number of fetishists have been able to create rumors, anecdotes and reports that it is surprisingly popular for otherwise normal women to wear a disposable diaper as bridal lingerie. Going into an actual bridal boutique or asking people who really work in the wedding industry is more likely to elicit rolled eyes and sighs, as the legend is known by most professionals, albeit somewhat obscure. Silvie
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May 29, 2010
Published by Diaper Sissy at May 29, 2010
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What Heroes Gave

Each donned their uniform to be Defenders of our liberty Their mission sure, their spirits bright Guard freedom’s home, be brave to fight One final day each faced their call Each gave their best enduring all We’ll never know what they went through But know they loved this country true Deep down inside we should all feel What heroes gave, their cost so real We must stay thankful, grateful of The gift of freedom through their love Their loved ones bore the gravest pain What we can’t know, some now sustain To God I pray their pain will cease And each will find long-lasting peace Remember this from year to year What heroes gave – shan’t disappear We’ll never let their special day Their time for honor slip away These brave fought for a nation free If not for them, where would we be? by Roger Robicheau Lily
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April 27, 2010
Published by Diaper Sissy at April 27, 2010
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I Like Being A Woman

I like being a Woman. Why? I can cry. I can hug. I can talk to friends I can be soft. I can be strong. I can wear my heart on my sleeve. I can smell pretty. I can sweat. I can take joy in the feel of cashmere. I can romp around in jeans. I can cook. I can not feel like cooking. I can get teary eyed over a movie. I can defend what is right. I can help others. I can offer a hand to a child. I can wear my hair up. I can let it flow loosely in the wind. I can wear long flowing skirts in the summer. I can walk barefoot in the grass. I can paint my nails lovely colors. I can use my hands to fix and mend. I can take pleasure in the richness of lipstick. I can know who I am without lipstick. I can be insecure. I can be most confident. I can revel in a bubble bath. I can check my own oil. I can take pleasure in feeling feminine. I can take pleasure in feeling masculine. I can exercise my right to vote. I can stand up and make a difference. I can create- a poem, a book, a song…. and LIFE. © Ellen M. DuBois Lily
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