Too Little, Too Much
Too Little, Too Much
All plants need water, just like we need love;
Without it they will shrivel up and die.
Such thoughtlessness is what I’m thinking of
When I observe my little plants so dry.
Without their moisture, greenest leaves turn brown;
A supple branch becomes a brittle twig.
As without love a smile becomes a frown,
And just a little loneliness seems big.
I found a little plant of mine today,
Outside my window, looking dry and sad.
I left it there when I had gone away,
Forgotten, when I might have made it glad.
I wish I had a more consistent touch.
I seem to give too little or too much.
Love and Blankets–A Warm Lullaby
It’s cold outside tonight; I’ll keep you warm
with love and blankets piled high and deep.
The darkened clouds will bring a chilling storm
but wrapped in love and blankets you will sleep.
Against the walls the wind begins to blow;
upon the windows frost begins to creep;
above the roof the clouds begin to snow,
but wrapped in love and blankets you will sleep.
I’ll keep you warm as long as winter stays.
I’ll keep you warm though night should freeze above.
I’ll bring you dreams of sunny summer days,
and warm your soul with lullabys of love.
I’ll warm your soul with lullabys to sleep,
with love and blankets piled high and deep.
Lullaby Whispers
As I lean down to tuck you into bed
And kiss your cheek, and kiss your sleepy head,
I hope you know I’m glad that we’re so near,
And so I whisper softly in your ear:
I hope you know I’m glad that we’re so near,
And I can whisper softly in your ear.
As you begin to close your weary eyes
And as your dreams begin with gentle sighs
I hope you know I love you and adore
And so I whisper this to you once more:
I hope you know I love you and adore
And I will whisper this to you once more.
So sleep and let my whispers linger still,
And so the hopes I’ve whispered always will.
Sister and the Rain
Sister and the Rain
My sister made a picnic lunch one day
And walked with me beneath a sunny sky
To where a field was wide, not far away,
At least not with my sister by my side.
We ate our lunch and then she sang a song
About a boy who stole a young girl’s heart.
She sang it twice so I could sing along
Although I don’t remember every part.
Then as we headed home a storm appeared
And started crying raindrops from a cloud
My sister said, “It’s just as I had feared,
My song was much too sad to sing aloud.”
And so we stood beneath an ancient tree
And waited for the storm’s end, silently.
Daisy Love
Daisy Love
The Daisy Family’s field was wide and green,
And all the daisies loved the blue May skies.
Their petals were the whitest ever seen;
Their golden faces kissed by butterflies.
And Daisy Love was loved by Daisy Dear;
He kissed her every morning with the sun.
And he was glad to have his love so near
All through the day and when the day was done.
But Daisy Love was picked one summer day
And taken from her field and from her friend.
So Daisy Dear was left alone to stay
To wait until his own untimely end:
A young girl plucked his petals one by one
And cried “He loves me!” when she was all done.
A Hug
A Hug
A hug is how you know a friend is real;
They wrap their arms around and pull you near.
And in that moment everything you feel
Is shared and there is nothing left to fear.
A hug can make the darkest day seem bright,
Or make a day already bright pure bliss.
A hug is like the dawn that ends the night,
And often its a prelude to a kiss.
Like home, a hug is comfortable and warm.
Like love, a hug is given full and free.
Like shelter from a fierce and raging storm
A hug is where the heart can safely be.
Like every mother kneels to hug her child,
A hug can make this wicked world less wild.
Daisy Chains
Daisy Chains
Our friend takes time to make us daisy chains
By gently tying flowers one to one.
And as she makes them, quietly explains
That each will be a symbol when its done.
Each flower represents a love that’s pure;
Each stem is strength that nourishes the soul;
Each knot is trust in which we are secure;
And once they make a circle they are whole.
And so we pluck the daisies from the field
And bring them to our friend with eager haste.
Our love, our strength, our trust are gently sealed
By her into whose hands our gifts are placed.
As carefully she ties them end to end
We see just what it takes to make a friend.
Kittens Grow Up
Kittens Grow Up
I used to hold my kitten in my hands,
A tiny ball of fluff and fuzzy fur.
As kitten grows, my love for him expands,
A fact of which I’m absolutely sure.
He’s still a baby kitten in my heart,
And in my eyes he’s certainly as dear.
It’s not much fun for us to be apart,
And so I pick him up and hold him near.
But now he’s big enough to fill my arms,
And lifting him is not an easy task.
His size must be because of all his charms.
I’m not sure what he weighs, so please don’t ask!
I love my kitty, and I’m sure he knows
I’ll love him more however big he grows.
Making Bouquets
Making Bouquets
I wonder why my sister makes bouquets
While dressed up in her finest coat and hat,
And why her eyes wear such a dreamy gaze,
And why her mouth seems sad at times like that.
She always holds the stems with tender care,
And never brushes petals from their place.
Her bouquets are as perfect as her hair,
But somehow bear the sadness of her face.
I offer her a sprig of golden rue,
In hopes to help her brighten up her spray.
She smiles a curious smile and says “It’s true,
That just a little goes a long, long way.”
And then she starts to sing a pretty song
I wish I knew so I could sing along.