Good night little one, good night.
Lay your head down and sigh the deep breath of sifting sands, instantly asleep and dreaming of far away lands.
Good night my little imp, good night.
Your scrunched up nose echos smirks from the day, and in them I hear laughter of your tireless play.
Good night my angle, good night.
Mommy loves you and loves watching you sleep--you're her blessing, her darling, her treasure to keep.
Good night, my darling. Good night.
Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 8:36 PM UTC
Dreaming Big--It's no small game.
It takes hard work and dedication to dream.
It takes faith beyond the every-day scene.
It takes passion and creativity to dream,
And to Dream Big, well--that's a bit extreme.
It takes heart and the strength to stand back up,
because sure'nuff, Dreaming Big don't sweat the small stuff--
What would you do if you had no fear?
No sky, no limit, no self-doubt whispering in your ear?
The risks are large and the return aint cheap,
but to make it, you gotta make that Leap!
Oct 31, 2013
Oct 31, 2013 at 12:17 AM UTC
On the best day, she did not wear a dress,
She had work and was under unusual stress.
He had the day off, but there was so much to do
With all those chores, he still found time for a surprise or two.
The house was clean, and the groceries bought
And when she came home, the first surprise was got
Pumpkins, pumpkins everywhere!
Big and small and warty and fair
Her favorite day had pumpkins galore,
With pumpkin macaroons made to match the décor
Her man loved romance, and was charming to boot
He was crazy enough to share in his pumpkin loot.
She loved his quirky gesture, done solely to make her day
So when his second surprise came, she knew just what to say—
When he hit a knee and said, “I mustache you a question,”
Her brain was slow to understand the desired accession
With adorable ardor and love in his eyes,
He declared his love, though his anxiety was hard to disguise
He pleaded and begged and made himself look a fool
Overwhelmed, her heart answered before her cheeks could cool
Instead of pity and shame at his ardent endeavor,
She smiled and made this his best day ever.
Oct 16, 2013
Oct 16, 2013 at 2:42 PM UTC
Sometimes you wonder where the time has gone,
But now it's too much.
Slowing down to show just how long their seconds last.
The future has become the present,
Has past.
Many times,
Rewind,
Replay as the clock ticks life away.
No matter how,
The moment's gone,
We cannot go back relive the past.
Tick…Tick,
Life goes on.
How long will the future last?
Oct 6, 2013
Oct 6, 2013 at 8:20 PM UTC
The ring doesn't fit so well on my left hand
I move it to my right, but that's not right
There's an imprinted echo of my ring's band,
marked territory or open real estate?
Promises won't cut it anymore
Give me something solid
Oct 5, 2013
Oct 5, 2013 at 11:41 PM UTC