You were born in February in the late afternoon just as the sun was setting.
You were now on the path to your future but for now my bundle of joy.
They placed you in a bassinet, a heat lamp keeping you warm.
You placed your hands behind your head and surveyed your new world.
All were amazed at your action and snapped photos of your feat.
You were on the path to your future but for now my bundle of joy.
The first time I held you in my arms and close to my beating heart
I knew the love of a mother was instant from the start.
You had big brown eyes, long delicate fingers and dark-haired widows peek.
You had the scent of a newborn baby that made my heart fill with joy
and my eyes with tears of happiness.
You were on the road to your future but for now my bundle of joy.
As you grew, and too quickly I might add, you made us proud and
happy to be your mom and dad.
You are curious, smart and athletic with a kind and gentle heart.
With big brown eyes, long and delicate fingers and dark-haired widows peek.
You are on the path to your future but for now my bundle of joy.
There’s a place for me up there
Where the stars so brightly shine.
The spot between the Milky Way
and just near the great Devine.
One night as you look up
to see the twinkling of the lights.
Will you think of me with love?
I’ll be just off to the right. :o)
May the year ahead bring you joy and happiness.
May it be filled with love and kindness.
May someone you don’t know be kind to you.
May you be kind to someone you don’t know.
May you spread your love beyond your circle.
I wish you all Peace, Health, Love, Joy, and Happiness.
HAPPY NEW YEAR !!!!!!!!
Cowboys, Astronauts, Ghosts and more
Will come a nocking at your door
The treat bowl is waiting full to the brim
You leave the door open they can come right in
Your voice is heard telling them all
The treats are on the table in the hall
Little goblins scurry to claim the sweets
Waiting for them a big bowl of treats
All inside now and the door slams shut
He appears from nowhere with the axe in his hand
He is enormous in size with blood on his face
The goblins are silent the laughter has stopped
Replaced with fear, and frozen in place
The axe held high above their heads
Comes down with a whoosh right toward their face
The goblins start screaming and turning to run
Then the enormous man opens his mouth and speaks
“Happy Halloween kids, help yourself there’s plenty more,
just let me go and open the door, the wind slammed it shut”.
Here is the first review of my debut collection Twin Dakotas: poetry and prose, recently published by Cestrian Press. It’s by Patricia Salamone, who regularly comments on my posts here. Pat is an…
Source: Twin Dakotas – First Review!