Sometimes poetry hits me when I least expect it. Inspiration comes from many places. I was reading my friend Brittany's blog about her little Caleb starting Joy School and I was thinking of how fast they grow and change.
This little poem just took shape here on this page. Enjoy
Little hand I take in mine
So soft and through mine intertwined
Little fingers, little creases
Little wonders never ceases
Your tiny fingers wrap round mine
If but for a little time
Bigger hands hold mine tight
Crossing the street on the green light
Exploring the world so big and vast
A tree, a bug how long will it last
Holding tight to go here and there
You touch my cheek, my nose, my hair
I grasp your hand so big and warm
and hold it in my very own
One day your hand will guide me too
Just like mine used to do
What comfort your hands bring to me
I love you , my baby you will always be.
5 comments:
I LOVE yur poem!!! Made me cry thinking of the boys all growing up way way too fast! You should set it to music!
oh, maybe YOU should set it to music! Love you leona!!!
oh, maybe YOU should set it to music! Love you leona!!!
Thanks for sharing that, it was beautiful. Now I've got to go wipe some tears away before anyone sees me...
OK, crying here!!! You are so talented! I wish I could write like that. When I sit down and do, it turns into cheesy, cliches, so I just use other people's stuff. That was beautiful, I'd like to hear it put to music! :)
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