When I’ve had a rough day,
His sparkling blue eyes
Give me that extra boost
To get through the evening.
When I’m feeling run down,
His delightful laughter
Cheers me right up.
He doesn’t say much,
‘Show me’
‘Tickle, Tickle’
‘Cake Cake’ for pancakes
but his little sweet voice
fills me with joy.
And late at night when I tuck him into bed,
Give him a kiss on his round cheek, and watch
His eyes slowly close,
I see all my hopes and dreams alive in him.
He’s my precious little boy
Who I adore
Pure love come alive
Andrew.
Children are sheer innocence and touch us by their spontaneity.I am not a mother yet but have many sisters whith whom I share the same "pure love " and it is alive and strong. Anne pawlak
Reviewed by Debra Stiles, The Original Mister (Reader)
Welcome!
The poems in this beautifully bound book are a result of over twenty years of observations. Observations of the world around us and on the telecommunications network. All of the hate, love, heroism, disasters, and those who help.
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Blessings...
Lisa