(sixteen)
As my wooden
clock slapped
twelve.
The glorious
October, dawned
to the
hideous
......
Mother, for you, these lines I pen,
Oh, dear, my first love, now and then.
Mother, you know me, inseparable we,
And thus, I share what the world should see.
For you gave me life, a gift untold,
Gold and silver may never hold.
You nourish me, a treasure true,
Finest gold can't compare to you.
......
I was attending a birthday party, once when summer was young.
We played games on the back lawn, beneath the huge orange sun.
Colorful birds were tweeting, almost the way that people do,
To say good morning sunshine, what is new, and I do love you!
The guest of honor was a friend, at an all day crowded affair,
Like southern bound hummingbirds, which linger long in midair.
She'd thought she was coming to lunch, but she stayed for hours,
......
From the private ease of Mother's womb
I fall into the lighted room.
Why don't they simply put me back
Where it is warm amd wet and black?
But one thing follows on another.
Things were different inside Mother.
Padded and jolly I would ride
......
To Marie, On The First Anniversary Of Her Birth
Thou careless dweller in a world of care—
Young liclpless wanderer in a clime of- storms,
Playful inheritor of grief!— a year
O'er thy unconscious head, with silent flight,
Has melted into past Eternity.
Thy ifathcr, on thy natal clay, should write
To thee in words of fond unminghdjoy,
And such alone his heart would dictate now ;
But memory blends the future with the clouds,
......
Der Traum Deine Augen nocht bedeckt.
als ein glücklicher Tag Dich weckt.
Die Sonne Deine Wangen berührt
um Dich Liebe und Wärme versprüht.
Hinaus in die Welt Du eilst sodann,
da fragt Dein Herz; wie kann
das Leben Dich stets so reich bescheren
und doch das größte Glück verwehren?
......
You found it
I thought you would've thrown it away
Since you said you don't get poetry
I hope I didn't offend you---
By writing it
I wanted something beautiful for yr birthday
To compliment you
I didn't want to get you another tie
I think you're stunning as a rose
In body and soul
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Lucy Locket lived amidst Lakeland Hills, where jay serenaded morning;
Like plum rainbows celebrate sunshine, with never any silent warning.
Lucy was merely twenty years old, like a peach rose, dusted with dew;
And she was also a dutiful teacher, unveiling what children never knew.
Lucy liked to sew and to garden, like green nature, roving everywhere,
Recalling lavish, sunset skies we used to view, in the colors of vanity fair.
Kitty Fisher was Lucy's best friend, amidst many, for she was popular;
......
Mother, for you, these lines I pen,
Oh, dear, my first love, now and then.
Mother, you know me, inseparable we,
And thus, I share what the world should see.
For you gave me life, a gift untold,
Gold and silver may never hold.
You nourish me, a treasure true,
Finest gold can't compare to you.
......
In this moment, I stand tall,
Grateful for each rise and fall.
Life's journey, a gift to unwrap,
A joyous clap, life beautifully sews.
With each year, wisdom grows,
Embracing laughter, shedding tears,
A dance of hopes, conquering fears.
So here's to another year to share,
......