Best Childrentime Poems
My velvet fold passes through my
heart without a tear drop to call my own
this I am told is from my velvet fold.
Tears turn to crystl tears
through time after time I fear
at times they will never end.
I have a cart full of crystl tears
that choose for only dimes for a dozen
it was mighty cold listening to chimes.
Without these crystl tears of mine think
I'll drift into the velvet fold of my heart.
Cheryl©McCall 2007
as i enter into a journey...
a journey of bringing a new life into this world...
its so exciting just having you in my stomach....
watching you grow from a tiny little dot to... a baby, a great responiblity, a joy..
i remember the first time i heard your heart beat i almost cried...
first time seeing you ..wow you looked so amazing...
seeing daddy's face when we first seen you jumping around inside of me...
then the fears starts the fear of not being a good enough parent to you..
not raising you the right way....questioning if i was really ready for you.. when i cant
even care for myself
but thanks to your wonderful daddy, i now have the faith i need to bring you into this world..
the confindence i need to be the best mommy to you..
you have the most wonderful daddy ever..
its so amazing i always dreamed of having this special guy for a father for my baby...
if you were sick he would give up the whole world for you just so you would get better..
he would anything for you just to make you smile just wait when your born you'll see what
i mean..
he's talked to you so many nights trying to get you to move for him...
he really loves you its so amazing most guys would run but your daddy is here for you no
matter what...
he protects you so carefully and your not even born yet...
daddy's i hate to say it but more excited then me..and let me just say that's a lot..
if anyone messes with you just know daddy will always be there to protect you.....
we have soo much to teach you..and you have soo much to teach us.. its going to be a
wonderful experience i love you my soon to be little harris
Climb the stairs it's time to sleep, you're eyes almost closed,
Sandman say's he's coming, cause when your tired he always knows,
It's time to get you're pjyamas on, you're winter bed time clothes,
Up the wooden hills you climb, to bedtime land, off you go.
To sleep and dream of candy floss, with elephants and King's,
Of sugar plums and fairie's, and pink girly flowery thing's,
so off to bed it's time to sleep, dreamland now awaits,
Hiding secret wonders, behind it's goodnight gates.
Children come into this world innocent and pure,
Free from the allure of ungodly things,
Then one day they magnetize disease,
as suddenly as they arrived, they are about to leave,
Children are the purest form of truth,
A dying child has no time to be coy or cute,
He/she usually cuts through the chase and gets to the point,
there is no use in hesitation or rattling joints,
Dying children let you know how they are feeling and what they think,
even if it seems uncouth or stinks,
When time is precious, they don't waste it playing ring around the rosy,
They ask questions, give opinions and get really nosy.
Spring time follies have arrived,
birds singing their songs,
such cheer is in the air.
Ducks of every kind
and color landed on
the lake this very day,
to take part in the
Spring time follies.
Chipmunks watching
from under cover,
but seeing all,
Smiles coming to their
little faces, as they
watch the party.
Spring time follies
is the event of the
year for these little
creatures and always
will be.
Written 4-17-11