A little girl sat on the lap of her Dad,
When he’d finished his cuppa & No6 fag.
He’d blow a big raspberry, under her chin,
Which ended in giggles, and a big, daddy grin.
On hot sunny days, a treat came, unplanned,
Home for tea; iced strawberry mivvis in hand.
Summers were long, and in winter’s thick snow,
We dragged wooden sledges, faces aglow.
Reaching out, freely; spreading your wings,
Feeling for whatever prospects life brings.
Quenching your thirst through the unlit, unknown,
Extending; begging, for somewhere called home.
Sometimes it feels like a bottomless hole,
You’re grasping and hoping, you’re saving your soul.
Every dark corner is there for the taking,
Waiting for luminance, newly awakening.
Fly away fairies to far flung places,
Scatter your seeds on earth’s empty spaces.
Sprinkled whispers on flighty breeze,
Enchanted spells cast forth with ease.
Delicate twinkles drifting on air,
Graceful parachutes glide, unaware,
From puff ball planes, admiring the view,
Floating their way towards pastures new.
Just as the Springtime raises its head,
Draws back the curtain, and leaps out of bed,
An icy cool blast creeps up slyly behind her,
With a churlish grin, as a callous reminder.
“It’s only April, you know my cruel powers,
I’ll bring forth high winds & colder, sharp showers,
I’ll sprinkle some sun, blow some gentle warm breezes,
But my changeable nature may leave you with sneezes!
