Her shoes!
My daughters'
collection of shoes;
I wouldn't know
if she had to choose
Her boyfriend
or her shoes!
(She doesn't
wear half
I have to
laugh!)
She'll have to
find a bigger flat
With extra room
To house her
footwear!
Or rent a
larger maisonette - I doubt that!
But she'll have
to rethink soon
Because it
won't be long
Before she buys
another pair........
He eats!
I've got a little
boy who's growing
And all his clothes
now they are groaning
As he doesn't stop
munching - he will go pop -
I've checked for
worms, but he still won't stop!
So now he's
moaning!
Coz now he's long
And his bed is a
shape of an oblong.
But his legs and
head
Hang over the edge
Getting closer to
the window ledge!
From home time onwards he loves to eat
And his shoes are
becoming too tight for his feet
As he butters' yet
another slice of bread.
March 2007
Sticky fingers
When she was young, it was chocolate
milk
Her tender skin as soft as silk.
Tiny sticky fingers grasped mine so
strong;
Unyielding love - a steadfast bond.
A little girl who loved her sweets
And sugary hands after such treats!
To protect her from what lay in store,
Her imprint on my palm for evermore.
As she grew so mature and knowing,
Her hands drew away through her growing.
Had to let her go and move on too,
Her own life now to live through.
New beginnings were a substitute
As she grew up and left her roots,
Left behind memories to last
Forever in our hearts, her past.
A little boy who couldn’t eat
So many sweets or chocolate feasts.
But other things were sticky and mucky
We all held his hand and felt so lucky!
We hold him close to guide him through
(And often tell him off too!)
We’ll keep on holding on growing arms -
Try and keep him away from harm.
We hold his hands; they’re soft and
young -
Didn’t seem so long ago it all begun;
It won’t be long before a grown up son,
Those hands will graft when school is
done.
A sister to love and help assist
And hold her hand - who would resist!
She’s lived through school and growing
up
To help this younger brother pup!
Our holding hands as time goes by
It doesn’t matter how old you and I!
The past is the future, we’ll always
care
Will try so hard for you to be there.
Copyright Linda Lawrence
19th July 2010
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