If my mother gets mad
Will her love go away?
If I am not good
Can I still go play?
Sometimes I'm too noisy
And mess up the house
Other times I'm quiet
Tiptoe like a mouse
Whatever I do though
My mother still loves
It's surprising to me
I still have her hugs!
I'm a lucky young child
To have this lady
To care for me always
Since time I was baby
God loves His little ones.
Blessed will they be,
Lullabyed by angels
In sweet harmony.
Lovingly chosen by
Their Lord above,
Parents bestow on them
Unstinting love.
Happiness and blessings
On each little head.
He who would harm them
Has reason to dread.
God watches over them.
Angels assist.
Contented the child
Whom a mother has kissed.
Dear little one
You have nothing to fear
With God and the angels
And Mother so near.
For Catie's contest
Our Hannah came to see me yestermorn.
Hannah? You will remember her I know.
You met her on the glad day she was born,
Our wonderful, pink bundled Hannah Jo.
Suddenly she is nearly six months old.
Plump as a boiled raisin she is, and so
Broadly smiling and excitedly bold,
Wanting so much to just get up and go.
We take a long stroll around the yard.
She uses her mother's strong legs and arms
To carry her there. The newfound sights bombard
Her blossoming senses. Hannah charms
The birds and bees as easily as she
Is enchanted by them. All things are new
For Hannah, and for her mother and me
The wonders are now seen with fresh eyes too.
Very soon, Hannah will be trying food
Other than her Mother's nourishing milk.
For Mother this is sad, for Hannah, good,
The fraying of those slender strands of silk.
The whole world is expanding before her
And she can see no good reason to wait.
Fervently inquisitive and eager
To open an inhibiting, locked gate.
won 6th place In You must have been a beautiful baby contest
My favorite place is Mother Oak.
She is tall and thin-like,
has forest green leaves,
and has light-brown bark.
I smell lunch cooking.
I hear Morther Oak talking to me.
I hear kids playing.
I hear whistles being blown.
I feel Mother Oak's smooth bark.
I feel her soft branches.
I feel the warm wind blowing.
“Gone are the Days..”
Gone are the days of childhood;
Days of Fun, filled with laughter..!!
The scent of the wet Earth;
The sound of the Falling rain..!!
Even the Moments with tears;
Now even they seem so dear..!!
What is pain? We never knew..!
When they are gone..;
Now they seem to be so few..!!
The things we drew on the walls,
The castles built on the Sand..!!
The fights with friends,
Playing with the un-musical band..!!
Searching for stones in those Caves,
Too little to follow any trends..!!
Crying over for that last candy;
That scolding that mother gave...
Then crying on father’s lap..!!
Dreams that we had...
To be a Fire man, Doctor or the Super man..!!
Blushing when ever a girl stared;
Asking for gifts not thinking of others thought...
Actually never really cared..!!
And then it was night ..;
Falling asleep as my mother sang..!!
Not worried of the days to come..!!
In my father’s arm, not scared of the world around..!!
Gone are the Days of childhood,
The Days of Fun filled with laughter..!!