The birth of a daughter is a special event. I'm glad I wrote this because now she is grown and this s a "picture" back to the time when she was an infant. This comes from my book on poetry: "Acorns of Love and Wisdom, Poem for the Every Day Person".
DAUGHTER, LITTLE SUNNY
MARCH 21, 1986
The dawning sun
Gelded morning's horizon
In radiant gold-and blacks and grays
Exploded into the glow of day
Daughter, little Sunny was born
A burst of energy
Radiant with innocence
Robust with the gift of life
Moments grew into years
No matter my resistance
And Sunny grew healthy
Boundless, joyful and strong
She became blue eyes--ever aware
Grace of motion, golden hair
A cherubic face
A captivating imp in angelic guise
Strong little hands
Grip my leg, little feet
Churn her up onto my lap
And she gives Daddy "kisses all-over"
The dog knows he's in trouble
When he sees her run
She dives on his back
And they tussle, together
Drumming little legs sprint for the phone
"It's Gram-mamma an' Gran-daddy"
I hear you struggle to speak
The language of adults
Big Sister is idol supreme
You call her Dee Dee
And I watch in rapture, amazed
As my girls play, learn, grow together
Meet Girdy, a delightfully spooky witch with green stringy hair, a bumpy nose, and a knack for mischief! Alongside her eerie but lovable family—Momma Mummy, Daddy Gargoyle, and her mischievous brother Goblin—Girdy embraces her wonderfully weird world
Gemma succeeds in starting a girls' football team at her new school, but bitter rival Tyrone does everything he can to stop the girls playing. So begins a battle of wits between the girls and boys, and also between Gemma and sports teacher, Mrs Lawfo
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