Christina,Caitlin and Catherine I love you so much!
The following poems I have read over and over to each of my daughters and now they read them to me.
For ~Christina~
There’s A Little Girl At Our House
There’s a little girl at our house
Who’s sweet and pretty too,
Her smile is like a sunbeam,
Her eyes the deepest blue.
The angels picked her out one day
And sent her from above,
A dear little baby angel
For Mother and Daddy to love.
She’s always busy, our little girl,
She has so much to do,
So many things to find and see,
The world’s so shiny and new.
One minute she’ll be near at hand,
And then she’s anywhere:
Kitchen, bathroom, living room
Or going up the stair.
Our house has many wondrous spots
To enchant a girl so small,
We know it must be so, because….
We’ve found her in them all.
And when she spies us coming near
She runs into our arms,
A laughing bundle of kisses and hugs
And dimpled girlish charms.
There’s a little girl at our house
Who is very, very dear,
And mother and daddy bless the day
The angels brought her here.
-Margaret Gould-
For ~Caitlin~:
I Saw A Child
I saw a child who couldn't walk,
sit on a horse, laugh and talk.
Then ride it through a field of daisies
and yet he could not walk unaided.
I saw a child, no legs below,
sit on a horse, and make it go
through woods of green
and places he had never been
to sit and stare,
except from a chair.
I saw a child who could only crawl
mount a horse and sit up tall
Put it through degrees of paces
and laugh at the wonder in our faces
I saw a child born into strife,
Take up and hold the reins of life
and that same child was heard to say,
Thank God for showing me the way.
-John Anthony Davies-
For ~Catherine~:
I had a Little Pony
I had a little pony,
His name was Dapple-grey,
I lent him to a lady,
To ride a mile away.
She whipped him, she lashed him,
She rode him through the mire;
I would not lend
My pony now,
For all a lady’s hire.
A Farmer Went Trotting
A farmer went trotting upon his grey mare,
Bumpety, bumpety, bump!
With his daughter behind him so rosy and fair,
Lumpety, lumpety, lump!
A raven cried “Croak!”
And they all tumbled down,
Bumpety, bumpety, bump!
The mare broke her knees,
And the farmer his crown,
Lumpety, lumpety, lump!
The mischievous raven,
Flew laughing away,
Bumpety, bumpety, bump!
And vowed he would serve them,
The same the next day,
Lumpety, lumpety, lump!
