where did you go

now that you're home

what have you seen

that made you wonder

what did you do

that made you laugh

what have you observed

that touched your heart

and made a difference

in what ways has this journey

made you new

ever wonder who they are

what they did

who they lived

were they loved

did they love

sad, that the photo

is now out of the family

and relegated to someone

that wonders and dreams

might we meet in heaven

and find out the answers?

Whichever one grabbed your fancy,

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You'll find my other two writings

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Blessings ~

I love Winter.

I mean, I really love Winter.

Everything about it.

I'm one of those that hates to see it leave~

Ice Princess

Sensational tresses like locks of snow

Passionate eyes like embers aglow

A pale face with indication of desire

Surrounded by subtle white fire

Delicate limbs carved by ice

Shrouded in thy gown of sleet

Alluring smile; we it shall entice

Still she lies, so quiet and sweet

Enclosed by the winter white

A single loved and precious sight

On the wind her whispers ride

and on the wind the hymn does glide

Upon the horizon the sun ascends

When the wind dies down and the hymn does end

The silence falls and she makes amends

With still and peace her heart does mend

~Danielle

The rain was like a little mouse,

Quiet, small, and gray,

It pattered all around the house

And then it went away.

It did not come, I understand,

Indoors at all, until,

It found an open window and

Left tracks across the sill.

 

~ Elizabeth Coatsworth (1893-1986)

The imagination of our children. Priceless.

Their dreams. Our hopes for the future.

Little boys have their dreams.

And little girls hold on to theirs.

I love this poem, although it speaks of two

that are not brother and sister,

as Noah and Elle are in their caped costumes.

I hope you like the following, as I have.

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A Child's Dream

I loved to look upon him,

The Hunter near the Way.

So strong his arm and long his bow

And so bashful of the Day.

His courage never failed him

For he held his mace so high

And glared at the Bull in the River

And ruled the whole breadth of the sky.

As a girl, young and silly,

I oft dreamed of being the Maid.

And meeting, one nighttime afternoon,

The Hunter, in a starry glade.

And we would love 'pon sight

And marry in a cloud of joy.

What strange and daring dreams

A little girl may employ.

~ Sophia White