I will be adding to this page as time goes on. I will number the poems in chronological order.
Sweet dreams my love and kindness –
may you rest well, as you are blessed.
I hope you will remember the climbs,
no matter the falls or how many times.
May you remember being so brave
and the kind Friends and the first forgive.
Your daily smile and essence to be.
May you see flowers, birds and trees.
I love you my, Dear, with all my-being.
There were birds and butterflies,
rainbows and wildflowers,
sunsets and radiant skies
and sandcastle’s with towers.
There were fancy tea parties
and city night park walks.
There are crayon hearts
and goodnight sweetheart talks.
I find in you my most dearest love
and spot you out like a Morning Dove.
We make watermelon wedges
and top Sundaes with Fudge.
Each day is a new blessing
and you tug at my heart strings.
#3 A Child’s Day
Sun hats and morning glories,
a day of singing breezes
and picking fruit like blueberries.
Cakes and strawberry pies,
lots of ribbon and ties.
The lemonade is from hand,
as well as our pointed fans.
There’s Peter Pan and Captain Hook,
while we watch out for Tinker Bell.
For sure, we can never tell ~
Is it fairy dust or sunlit sparkle flurries?
It’s time in a day for endless stories,
in Praise of the day for no hurries.
#4 Painting Lesson, for my daughter
I bought a stack of paper for you,
to imagine and color and glue.
I know you love unicorns and
the color blue, so get your stand
and easel because your off to
paint too. The shades and hue
you choose of blue and purple are
magnificent and nothing can compare
to the marvelous and talented you.
#5 Children’s Sonnet
To follow nature,
we hold our child’s
hand to life’s door.
As this all matures,
with the weeping willow
and the joy in heart flowers,
we brush the Yellow Poplar.
To find the green showing
its vastness. Beginning,
with the sun, I praise you
for your infinite ways.
It is here, we say amen.
What if I could bring
you to the stars,
blast us out this thing
going off the radars?
I would hold your hand
and chart the foreign terrain.
I’m sure it would be grand,
out of this mundane.
We could learn about orbits’,
this way of being together –
always. We would whisper it’s
beautiful, in an orbiting year.
Yet, a place with no time,
like home at bedtime.
Then maybe turn into a star
of our own light bloom,
so way out far
past goodnight stars’ bedroom.