Kathryn At Three
Garden-stained feet and dimpled knees...a poem for my daughter
From under her sheets
Are peeking these
Garden-stained feet
And dimpled knees
Like a fragrant bouquet
Memories abloom
Trails of her day
Remain through her room
My butterfly, mine
So full of dreams
That from her eyes shine
Traces of moonbeams
Our love we give
Is all for this baby
Our love we live
Through our sweet dreams lady
Nice!
very sweet Sharon