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"cheerly" poems
The toddler walks with no grace, back and forth as he does his waddle. Sticky somethings upon his face, happily drinking his bottle. Once so small wrapped in his swaddle, looks like mom I can see it clearly, cute little boy looks like a model. The one I love so dearly. The toddler points at his chair, he knows I understand his need. I pick him up and put him there, he knows its time to feed. I try to help but let him lead, getting it in his mouth well nearly. I cant believe this is my seed the one I love so dearly. The toddler starts to rub his eyes, l can almost open my wine. I sing him gentle lullabies, I'm thankful that he is mine. Like an angel he'll always shine, it is so sad he will grow yearly. With each step I'll make sure he is fine, the one I love so dearly. When he grows up I'll miss the hugs, I wont wake up so cheerly. I'll miss him being scared of bugs, the one I love so dearly.
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May 19, 2018
May 19, 2018 at 9:41 PM UTC
Ballade To My Toddler.
Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw, within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold:— Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?"—The vision raised its head, And with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord." "And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so," Replied the angel. Abou spoke more low, But cheerly still; and said, "I pray thee, then, Write me as one that loves his fellow men." The angel wrote, and vanished. The next night It came again with a great wakening light, And showed the names whom love of God had blest, And lo! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest.
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Oct 18, 2016
Oct 18, 2016 at 11:32 AM UTC
Abou Ben Adhem - BY LEIGH HUNT
The sweetest smile, The deepest thought, brings me back to the place where it all started... It's the feeling of complete to incompletiness, A depression of gist in the weary way of emptiness.. My hand in yours still clinging to you as it was way then.. Turned away of the love that was once so cheerly mine... But now gone with a single sigh of smile... ©sim
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Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 3:08 AM UTC
Incomplete