Posted in Emberleigh, Gifts, Insane in the Brain, Oh, Baby!, Poemesque, Thanks for the memories

littles

5 clumsy fingers

on each chubby hand

blue eyes like the sky

on tip-toe to stand

a voice not on key

singing a dream

in words only she

knows what they mean

always the scheming

imaginations afloat

smile like sunshine

from a heart full of hope

with emotions ablaze

and never a pause

feelings of pendulum

estrogen see-saws

a bat of the lashes

a raise of the brow

pout of the lip

does princesses proud

blond baby curls

and tiny pink nails

cheeks like an angel

and my heart, o, it fails

put on 3 tutus

‘wuh-ner-ful’ she cries

twirling & flitting

like spring butterfly

i lost so much sleep

i will yet again

she yanks on my heart

such joy and such pain

worth all the tears

i cry, & i pray

i want her to love You

and never to stray

i need You to raise her

as You do through me

to mother this child

as she needs of me

she’s fairies and pixies

all glitter and song

lighthearted yet stormy

a terror, a calm

i thank you for gifting

me with her love

she brightens my days

with light from Above

Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights with whom there is no variation or shadow due to change.  James 1:17

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