Child Daffodils Poems

Poor
Cold child
Of summer
Was winter too 
Much to be endured?
Let the sun melt the ice
And dance among the flowers
Let their wild nature be your song
You are...

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Molly sat on the backyard porch 
Watching the kids play when Dolly 
Emerged from the doorway and 
Sat with her. "Hey sis how's it going...

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Thou airy ship, thou whitish mist! 
Thou float on ocean and the dale
Thou art a painting by my Lord! 
A painting which is not for...

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Before I even put it to drive
I saw you in the future 
As if my heart couldnt believe my eyes
The Spring day lovers 
Conquest of...

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Love Loves it when,
Romance is in the air,
And we agree to share.

Love Loves it when,
Children come first,
And we wait to quench our thirst.

Love Loves it...

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Rhiannon

He used to call me a cold piece

Ivory pieces on the table
Cain & Gable 
 3 chains O gold it rings 
Woven vices into dreams
Creating...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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A black rose once bloomed,
In a garden doomed,
To hear jeering laughter,
Slave of the white master,
Cry, for rose bushes have thorns,
Laugh, for there are roses on...

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Rubbing it's eyes, the year wakes in yawn.
Hibernating winter shade.....at last it's gone.
'Hello, my dear Spring', "Good Morning".. c'mon.
Advent of the vignette....embraces the dawn.

Look!..A child...

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Pretty daffodils make the teacher happy
Children pick them for her from the golden hills
Miss Daisy is behind bars now for touching children
Where they should not...

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(A saddened heart of  a dying....Piano)
Picture by Alan L Boles

You remind me so much,
Of your grandmother...child,
You have her eyes,
She too...was beautiful,
Just like You!

Yes...I remember...

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When there is sunshine on your shoulder, it is easy, oh so easy.
When spring is in the air and the lambs are out frolicking, it...

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Left alone to sit n  sulk
of stresses there's a bulk
all leave the house at nine
I'm left only to sit n whine
we live in a...

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In the sunny valley of the Clanio
lies my childhood town of Baiano
towered by Mount Paternio with it's pretty
dandilions and sunflowers growing on its slopes;
there from...

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Mothering Sunday
old men weeping, daffodils
at the graveyard gate

sons and daughters, motherless
everyone somebody's child

© Gail Foster 26th March 2017...

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