In my image I perceive
The young child of mystery
As the wind combs gentle my long hair
To innocence flows a care-free air
And time's changes clearly show
As the shadows cast their eerie glow
For rainbows are wrought by His hands
The Sandman's kiss has left it's sand
Wrinkles of cause as years will pass
The sand still sifts in the hourglass
For with joy I find reborn, a spring
And in my summer I smile and sing
For daisies bloom in Autumn's wood
My life is blessed with motherhood
As children run and climb their way
Innocence shines that gentle ray
I see myself in you again
The fairy-tales of youth refrain
Please spare the wrinkles and the mist
Again, I believe in the Sandman's kiss.
Lorraine, I adore this poem but remember with the wrinkles will come wisdom...smile. Dorothy
Lovely composition Lorraine...., keep up your fine work.....! ! !
Beautiful descriptions throughout this delightful poem. The flowers, hair and the innocence all weave their magic. The Sandman's kiss did it for me! 10 Karin Anderson
Lorraine, this is absolutly beautifull, I toatlly enjoyed it very much, it is filled with so much love and inner feelings as the silver valley approaches you... I know I have been to this valley and it makes you appricate your youth so much more.... Very nicely done.. Bonnie
This is really a lovely poem with a hidden insight. your words are very contemplative and the flow is great. my 10 rating for this great work
what a great words you use! it describes how a mother feel seeing her children. i wonder if my mom has the same way seeing me growing..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful! ! , Thank you for your wonderful comment on my poems, I know that time will define and to gain wisdom and knowledge from someone like you is going to be a blessing. Thanks again.