"I heard the bells on Christmas Day
their old, familiar carols play
And wild and sweet the words repeat
of peace on earth, goodwill to men"
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Ah, December, a sweet month of Winter~
28 August 2014
A Baby's Birthday ~
Yes, he's our baby
Our youngest grandchild
Our fourth grandson
And our last grandchild
Or so we've been told ~
Sweet child, first birthday
This week? First haircut
Soon, too soon,
it'll be his birthday again ~
Ah, the days they go quickly
Into years before months
Soon this sweet child
Will be two digits as his cousins ~
But
he'll always be our baby
05 June 2014
Great is the sun, and wide he goes
Through empty heaven with repose;
And in the blue and glowing days
More thick than rain he showers his rays.
Though closer still the blinds we pull
To keep the shady parlour cool,
Yet he will find a chink or two
To slip his golden fingers through.
The dusty attic spider-clad
He, through the keyhole, maketh glad;
And through the broken edge of tiles
Into the laddered hay-loft smiles.
Meantime his golden face around
He bares to all the garden ground,
And sheds a warm and glittering look
Among the ivy’s inmost nook.
Above the hills, along the blue,
Round the bright air with footing true,
To please the child, to paint the rose,
The gardener of the World, he goes.
~ Robert Louis Stevenson
24 January 2014
little boys come with their dreams
their curious nature and love for dirt
they wrap our hearts with arms
that go from tiny to muscular
before we have time to say, wait!
while we are looking for the matching sock
they're daddies and then
they're pa's and poppa's and pawpaws
the circle of love and little boys
