I am not a poet,
for I never wished to be
but perhaps within these pages
a part of me, you'll see

littlebird

A drop of rain upon my nose

Big puffy clouds so high up

Mommy's eyes when they look down

Smiley eyes 'cuz' she loves us

All these thoughts and so much more for
when we were children, wasn't our biggest
worry learning to lace our own shoes,
telling grandma that boys DON'T get
kisses or those 'monsters' under our beds
and hiding in our closets?

Then as we grew older, there was the dreaded
learning to dance, growing from tomboy
to lady or exchanging the old
ball glove and bat for jobs after
school to pay for that first
~~ car ~~ that we just couldn't wait for

Come join me as we begin our journey
back to those early carefree days
of ~~ YesterYear ~~

God Bless

littlebird

Love one another, as my Father
loves each one of us.