Swimming pools,
Banana slides, Spitting watermelon seeds, Bike trails and hay rides, Picnics by the tree. Gardens grown, Green beans picked, Tomatoes juiced and canned, Strawberry patch with Grandma Bowles. Seeds planted by our hand. Fishing trips with Dad, Collecting lily pads, And eating Raisinets. All day long, Till the sun goes down, On the water, With orange sunsets. Camping trips with rambunctious kids. Water balloons, hot dogs, fireworks galore! Summer days filled with things, What more could one ask for? Showcase doll,
I approve of you now. You look the part And act it too, Please stay this way, For me--If not, for you. All dressed up, On stage you go. With a pep in your step, You lead the show. A winner you are, For you’ve won my heart. My pride and joy, My love created art. Winds blew,
Leaves moved, Old orange chair rocked. Lullabies sang, As bells rang, Rhythmically from the clock. Hush dear one, Please cry no more, Dry your tears as we sway. To and fro, Back and forth we go, Humming a brand new day. As the bells chimed, With sounding rhyme, Hearts did speak. Casting out fear and pain, That made the child weak. Hush and be still, Oh, child of mine, I hold you now, Between space and time Be free forever more, Within these wings, I offer peace, May your spirit soar. Listen and you’ll hear,
Music playing in your ear. From that of Heart, Beating to the drums. Listen and you’ll feel, As beauty overcomes. Be the beauty now, And forever after. With music in your heart, Shine on with joy and laughter. The sweetest symphony, We were born to be. As our music syncs together, Heart strings form, Bonding one another. Let, the music guide us home, Through harmonized vibration. Buzzing through our souls, Sweetest of all sensations. Healing in the genes,
Crystals worn around the neck, Family ties without goodbyes, Soul to soul we reflect. A place without concern, Beyond where eyes can see. Hearts filled with depth, Deep as ocean sea. Shining from within, A light that never dims. Stories been foretold, Of new worlds born of old. The day that they came, A new world was in order. Now that its time, Building a bridge over water. |
AuthorNikki Bowles ArchivesMany Dimensions of Me |