If someone said she was beautiful,
They then knew what they were talking about.
A prudent little pout.
Compliment her yourself; a phrase or two,
For your lovely little daughter
All dressed up in blue.
Weddings can come and go,
A winter flurry; a fall fling.
Expensive gifts and all who know,
The cake does not buy the happiness.
The wedding is a useless affair,
Tears and flowers
In the air.
Poor fathers awaiting their daughters’ returns,
The mothers hoping they sent off right,
Throwing rice at a carriage
Running into the night.
Singing in the night,
Devil’s awakened; children’s fright,
Sending animals into flight.
Screaming children now bathed in light,
So sorry for singing in the night.
The rain is a gift,
I am the recipient.
Nature has a way of knowing,
When your going,
Away to come back another day,
Going someplace far away,
Just for a little while,
Still thankful for the style,
Of the rain.
“No pain, no gain.”
Starting a new adventure,
Looking at the sky,
Years go traveling by.
I can’t deny; that I’ve had fun,
The year barely begun,
But yet our time is done,
Now all we have are memories left
When I think of you,
Some choice words come to mind.
They aren’t pretty,
They aren’t kind.
But they are the only words you have
That have happened to be mine.