Pitter patter of little feet
Running around so happy
At every age a blessing too
As they learn so do you
Reading a fable of their choice
Hearing excitement in a voice
Watching them learn about life
Seeing the world through new eyes
Homemade cards with handprints
Touching your heart you lament
They will grow up from lap to arms
You never get enough of their charm
And you look forward to their growth
Off to college eager excited with hope
Empty nest but full heart of love
Watch them fly high as white dove
After they graduate you feel pride
Reflecting how fast life goes by
Month of the child celebrating
How much we love our offspring
Cottonwood and royal pine, majestic oak and fields of wheat
All you hear are birds, and the pitter patter of little feet
The smell of lilac fills the air, dirt roads far as one can see
Just beware of certain flowers and the stinging bumble bee
A cornucopia to run and play, safe and free from harm
There is no place I would rather be, than right here on this farm
This is my sanctuary, so many often wonder why
I’ll always love the country, it’s where I live and where I’ll die
I am thankful of this piece of ground, and all that I can see
Our life is what we make it, don’t let regret take hold of thee
August 17, 2020
The best medicines
Its cold and the sky today is gray
no squawking in the sun from the young blue jays
I hear the pitter— patter of little feet
and wonder if it is my little friend gray squirrel
that each day in hidden places he seeks
all the seeds, nuts and corn snacks I leave
suddenly a black crow appears dark and shadowy
pounding on the shed the stolen sunflower seeds
a sinister creature that looks like he carries death
but with little paws snibbling at corn and nuts
quietly near the white railing sits my little friend
with puffy tail curled up — the very best of medicines.
It was a Thursday the first time we "met"
Just like today except two score and three
Nearly two years from the time our eyes first beget
Who could have imagined what our lives might be
The pitter-patter of little feet
The hurrahs of victory, the agony of defeat
Tears of pain and tears of joy
The honor and pride of raising three boys...
Now men.
The triumph of staying married ...with poise
Amen.
Being witness to the birth of our baby girl
And being there for her in her young adult world
Defining and redefining love and being in love
And realizing our years have been blessed from above
For it is not only an equation of you and me
There's our wonderful children for all to see
Lives that could never be the same , if not at all
Because the cosmic forces of Nature and God
Saw to it that we found each other...
And Love.
Copyright 2016 Iger Rolyat All Rights Reserved
Peering through crystals along the palm lined
Avenue of Angels, stretching endlessly
In a parallel universe serenaded by unheard
Choruses of lost newborns ripped from their
Mother's wombs through no fault of theirs,
Nor judgement of their mothers.
Resentment, anger or any form of avarice
Does not exist on this beautiful avenue.
Tho rain does fall on this particular evening,
Darkened skies glower; not yet willing to relinquish
The pitter-patter of little feet nor the innocent
Laughter of unborn children.
Our living exhibit (the slow dimension we inhabit)
Demonstrates immense capacity for
Estrangement from any compassion for these
Lost souls, even as Angels welcome them
With gifts of everlasting love upon entrance
To their glorious avenue; unaware of their
Own mortality that will someday
Beg forgiveness at this same aperture
To the
Avenue
Of
Angels
Palm Sunday Morning
3:30 am
03/29/15
Pancakes for breakfast,
What a yummy treat!
Here come the children,
The pitter patter of little feet.
They gather at the table,
Their tummies are a rumblin',
Chattering and laughing,
Not a one is grumblin'.
Pass the butter, if you please,
Here comes the syrup now.
Mapley goodness trickles down,
From hungry little mouths.
"Thank you, Mommy"' they exclaim,
As they finish their last bites.
Then rush to give maple syrup kisses
To their mother, smiling bright.
8/10/12
I heard the pitter patter of little feet I looked up to see my daughter looking so sweet!She
said daddy I heard a story today before the starting of the Christmas play!It was about a
man named Jesus that died for our sins then retuned to life again!A true story I sighed and
sit her on my knee explaining about Gods mercy and love!At the end of our conversation we
said a prayer we had talked for over a hour!
The floodlight went out
Just about two o'clock in the morning
But little did anyone know
That the attack was about to spring.
Being asleep in their beds
No one had realized what to think
When the sound of a clang
Meant that there was an invasion
Right in the back yard.
The pitter-patter of little feet across the brick
Led up to the built-in garbage can.
They worked very quick,
Like two bandits in disguise,
To grab a bundle of goodies.
"But, I'll hold the lid up
So that you can see.
It's so messy down there,
For a girl like me."
"Okay, OKay, don't worry,
I'll get the vittles."
Hanging over the edge,
He manages to scrounge through a pile
But figured out he was stuck in a wedge
Against the inside wall.
He changes ges his strategic tactic just by chance,
Side by side with his accomplice,
They looked at each other at once glance.
They struck a gold mine of seafood delight,
And scurried away so excited
With their catch of the night.
Day turns to night and I lose my sight .
My head fills with the pitter patter of little feet.
Lots of giggles and smiles and tiny kisses
for miles and miles .
Dreams of babies consume the night .
Morning falls and I awake into a daze .
The day goes o slow it seems , as soft lalabyes
play in my head until i reach my bed again .
Day turns to night and I again lose my sight
as dreams of babies once again consume the night .
I can't imagine what goes through a girls mind,
As she lives grows and encounters the blues,
Looking for prince charming in the nick of time,
To carry her off on a journey that begins with two.
Most guys I know tremble at the thoughts of getting married,
They run hide say not for sale and crack other jokes for fun,
Guys think ball chain hang us now or let me be buried,
However with smitten heart they come with eyes fixed on one.
The day comes which the two have planned at last,
It seemed like forever this moment to arrive,
Hand in hand giving rings and vows shall they cast,
The Lord over them teaching them how to thrive.
Next stop vacation fun and the honey moon suite,
Then lessons of how to live together and pet peeves will spawn,
Moving on in their future we hear the pitter patter of little feet,
A home the lady will keep tidy while the man cuts the lawn.
Years will pass by and changes shall take place,
Children now grown and ready to leave the nest,
But the two remain in tact thankful for each other and new space,
Knowing it was God who helped them excel and pass each test.
Hebrews 13:4a - "Marriage is honourable in all,..."
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