A child so full of life
Smile of raspberry lips so wide
Sits upon a white old fashion reclining couch
One side leaning downward
The other a curlicue rest
She has one knee bent with red socks and black Mary Janes
White shorts, pink flowered vest and yellow t-shirt
Long black hair flowing down to her waist
Framing her face to perfection
A thin silk headband barely seen
Maria’s cherry red cheeks calling to be pinched
Her blue eyes sparkling with mischief and adventure
She can’t wait to see what the day will bring
And what mischief she can get into with her brother
It was a good day
By Starema
© 7-4-03
© 3-20-03
Look around
What do you see
A baby being born
A beautiful sight
Our love created this infant of our desire
A gift from above, together forever
We will be his parents
Yours was a moment’s bliss
But more than that I feel and felt
For in an instant, I knew I had conceived
Look in his eyes, such trust and joy
I am willing to do anything to keep
That look there, the joy and trust
The beauty of a newborn, so innocent
A year later another was born, a daughter
They were mine for eighteen years and beyond
I could see me in their loving eyes
I breastfeed my babies, tandem style for a while
The beauty of a woman naturally feeding her child
My priest at the time came to me with a smile
He said to me “It is nice to see a woman unashamed
To feed her babies in public” I had been in the front pew
You see, my husband was a Roman Catholic, not me
© 3-9-03
First kiss
Sweet kiss
Special kiss
Passionate kiss
The blonde boy had a
Strawberry Mark across
His whole right side of his face
My two-toned boy
Had raspberry colored lips
We were all of fifteen
And it was in my
Passion pink/strawberry pink room
My door I left wide open for all to see
Never planned on this kiss
At that moment I was happy to be me
He kissed me tentatively at first
I put my hand to the back of his head
And pulled him closer
Doing so, telling him it was all right
Now he really kissed me
Puckered up we did
But French too
Our tongues battling
For each other
Loving the moment
We didn’t notice
My mother pass the door
She lost it
Screamed at us
My brother and Dad came rushing in
To see what was wrong.
Mom said I was having sex in her house
We looked aghast
All it was
Was a French kiss
We hadn’t even
We hadn’t even progressed
Past the first kiss
My college brother
Took my mom in hand
Mom, the door she did keep open
It was nothing but a kiss
One simple innocent kiss
Nothing more
If this you won’t allow
She will find someplace else
And may do much worse
Just for spite
Though the moment passed
Not as we would have liked
There were many more kisses
That we shared in that most
Passionate pink of rooms