A Child's Journey
by stan n nassano
Wednesday, April 04, 2007
Rated "G" by the Author.
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My son sleeps
Foot resting on a log
On the fireplace ledge
Curdled into a little ball
He is, a little man
Transforming,while he sleeps
He is my hopes.fears and dreams
And still the lone horse paws the snowy hill
And yet he sleeps
I wonder,what is it,he is dreaming
He looks pleasantly serene,happy
And only an hour ago
All adult things
Quietly,the golden red embers
As the fire settles down
A warm glow,wraps him up
In a blanket of sweet dreams
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|Reviewed by Dawn Anderson
|Touching write. Funny how sleep brings about an air of innocense.|
|Reviewed by D. Burnham
|Nice. you really captured the feeling of watching a child sleep - the innocence - the peacueful honesty and expectation.
|Reviewed by Jennave Coz
|So beautiful, as I'm sure is he, so much like you.Jen|
|Reviewed by Poetess of The Soul Sheila G
|Sweeet, a loving prideful DADDY! boasting(as it should always be)
YOur love is deep I can see!
Did you take a pict.? There will be other times I'm sure...
The children grow way too fast!
My heart was touched deeply reading and seeing this moment!
Thank YOu for sharing STan!
WArmly, Warrior Lady Sheeeoox
|Reviewed by Southern Comfort
|This was such a beautiful, lovin and carin write! It truly touched my heart! I recieved a blessin by readin it! SC|
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|Sweet write, Stan. They grow up very soon. Love and peace,
|Reviewed by Myrna Badgerow
|This is just lovely! How is it that their pure innocence can erase so much turmoil from our thoughts?
I really enjoyed this piece..