The house is still, the lights turned low
I kiss your cheeks, your fuzz of hair
Your face is wreathed in sleepy glow.
Contentment deep and joy so rare!
It’s time for bed and don’t you cry
I””ll sing for you my lullaby.
Tree House (to Mark)
Your life must be one daily spree
When you can live way up in a tree,
You live so high above the ground
You really see what’s all around.
But please, don’t falll upon your head –
The hospital and so to bed.
Say, do you talk to all the birds?
In their own tweeting, warbling words?
I bet you seem quite giant tall
And all the world looks awfully small.
But please, don’t cause such great alarm
You might break more than just an arm!
Just climb upon your lofty perch
Then shade your eyes to dream and search
Reach for the moon – count every star
And think of lovely lands afar,
But please, don’t strain your sturdy back
You’ll give us all a heart attack….
Acceleration – To Tim
Timmy’s motor runs high-gear
in everything he ever does.
He scurries like a summer fly
that wings a constant nervous buzz.
He delights to find his short-cut ways
that leap to leave each task half-done.
sure keep that younster on the run.
One day his sister’s kitten died,
“”Mother!”” came her sobbing shout,
“”Timmy buried my black kitten….