A child, a day, and a father...
Written for my son a long time ago,
a child then, a soldier now...
Willis's Song
Daddy..Daddy, listen to me please....
Let me tell you about the bug I saw
When I was on my Knees
Let me show the green grass that grows
in the yard and the big tall trees
See the flower I picked for you
The prettiest one I saw
Daddy..Daddy, Lets go swing....
push me higher and higher
to where the stars they sing
let me feel the wind come rushing by
like the birdies flying high
High enough to touch a cloud
as it goes floating by
Daddy..Daddy, Let me help you play
when you sit at your big desk today
let me climb up in your lap
and explore the drawer with all those things
the pens, and pencils, the paper clips bright
let me stay with you and play
A people’s heart can be found in their poetic words. In history men and women have stood firmly upon their soapboxes and street corners, rallying the deepest beliefs of people to rise up and be heard. The poetrypages.com has offered that voice a new
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
From the author of Jupiter Remembered and Until It’s Time: Embracing Life In Our Later Years comes Petals of Love: Poetry of a Woman’s Soul – a heartfelt collection spanning more than thirty-five years. Through tender reflections, these poems offer g
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The transition of emotions through the lines are deeply moving.
Beautiful and very nicely written.
Cynthia