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*Locked within expressions In this little girl’s smile Are nuances of wonderment Destined to compile, All the mystery of womanhood, The guile of the breed, The allure of her *** And the promise of seed. Her love for her mother, Her joy for her dad, Her path to tomorrow Be it happy or sad, The tears and the joyfulness Stretched out before.. There’s the dog at the hearth And the cat at the door. And the beautiful sunsets Those blue eyes will see And the love of her life Who’ll get down on his knee, The scent of the lavender Fresh from the fields And the lakeside laburnum Which subtly yields. The colours of love And the texture of fire When the threads of her life Turn to passion’s desire. The moment of truth When she turns to her mom And her face wears the smile And her arms bear….a son. Oh the world turns in circles Of shades of soft hue And time waits for no soul, Especially you, And the babes of today Become mothers of yore And the great lesson learned Is.... keep open the door.* Uncle Marshal With wonderment at the beauty in a little girl’s secret smile. Auckland 12 October 2012 © 2012 Marshal Gebbie
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Oct 11, 2012
Oct 11, 2012 at 10:31 PM UTC
Nuances of Wonderment
*Locked within expressions In this little girl’s smile Are nuances of wonderment Destined to compile, All the mystery of womanhood, The guile of the breed, The allure of her *** And the promise of seed. Her love for her mother, Her joy for her dad, Her path to tomorrow Be it happy or sad, The tears and the joyfulness Stretched out before.. There’s the dog at the hearth And the cat at the door. And the beautiful sunsets Those blue eyes will see And the love of her life Who’ll get down on his knee, The scent of the lavender Fresh from the fields And the lakeside laburnum Which subtly yields. The colours of love And the texture of fire When the threads of her life Turn to passion’s desire. The moment of truth When she turns to her mom And her face wears the smile And her arms bear….a son. Oh the world turns in circles Of shades of soft hue And time waits for no soul, Especially you, And the babes of today Become mothers of yore And the great lesson learned Is.... keep open the door.* Uncle Marshal With wonderment at the beauty in a little girl’s secret smile. Auckland 12 October 2012 © 2012 Marshal Gebbie
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Oct 11, 2012
Oct 11, 2012 at 10:31 PM UTC
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