Sweet Child of Mine

Sweet Child Of Mine Forbid that sweet child such a long cold view. Winter delivers weeping deep chills, upon our careless children right on cue. Let household joy and warmth provide her thrills! Nay! Her wants are all bright colors in red pleasures that intrigues her aspiring mind. She will not find her future love if dead or in bad, ailing health and frozen blind! Show her Nature's soft glory in mild Spring. Then dawn's splendor can warm her needing heart with soft colors that inspire her to sing, knowing clear wits are what sets us apart! Dear child, wait for future promise, your due. When life blesses, you'll find love which is true! Robert J. Lindley, 1-10-2016 Painting number eight Poem number eight, Ekphrasis (sonnet) Inspired by - the painting (L'Enfant au Tablier Rouge, 1886 by Berthe Morisot) and Debbie Guzzi's 10 for 10 challenge. Ekphrastic: Writing on Art and Art on Writing [this site ACCEPTS reprints] http://www.ekphrastic.net/submissions.html Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: Total # Words: 110