Dear Lilianna,
You're a rose bud just opening, so tiny in pink.
But quickly you'll grow, I say with a wink.
Such beauty to behold, we can't help but sigh.
Sent from God in heaven, the creator of the sky.
And when I see your cherub like face.
I'll thank the Lord for your innocent grace.
Lilianna so precious, sweet, pure and true.
Lilianna, you're a treasure.
From your Great Aunt,
To you.

By Shirley M.
8-7-2006



Through a Child’s Eyes’


I see grasshoppers hip-hoppin in a field of innocence.
As stargazers, keep eyes to the sky.
I see a thousand fireflies in a dance, as they tickle my eager eyes.
The caterpillars mingle in a silent wait.
To be transformed, into butterflies.
I see tiny little bugs that crawl over my fat plump legs.
Some are orange with black spots and who walk on wooden legs.
The wooden legged creatures, with their tiny features, pine for my anxious eyes.
The anxious eyes of a little one, who played in the field of innocence all aglow.
While holding wonderment and excitement in my eyes.

1-25-2007
By Shirley Mueller
 


Copyright protected "2006" Shirley M.

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