Tuesday, March 30, 2010
some Sun and shine
let the warmth come and touch us back to life....
son and shine touch touch to wake me up again....
the winter was so cold and the dark was so long....
the baby cried so much and time stole the songs
that hid deep beneath the ground.....
they are coming up to surface, bright yellow flourish...
i can hear the little melodies of hope again...
Son and shine touch touch to wake again...
the baby begins to coo and smile and laugh....
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I love these pics. I love your poem. I love you, friend! Baby Amos is so adorable. I am so happy to see these new pics of him.
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