by Polly Waffle
One day the sun will wake you, love
Beam onto your small face,
Highlight all that’s kindly in this warm and cosy place.
But before the curtains open there’s a journey to behold,
For whilst you lay there snuggled,
Your story will unfold.
When you’re a cub, you dream of things
Sometimes frightening, sometimes good,
But in your sleep you grow into the person that you should
and when you grow you realise that with courage or with tears,
The world can shrink or expand depending on your fears.
You will feel happy, will feel sad, you’ll often wonder why,
until you notice answers waving at you from the sky,
The sun, the moon, the stars that sing, consistently allay
Take time to just acknowledge them, they’ll watch you on your way.
Wordsworth found the daffodills, join him if you wish,
Blake found God in his wife’s eyes
Oscar found his kiss,
you’ll never be lonely with these friends
just open a book, they’re there
now lay your sleeping head, my love
and hold hands with the air.
With all this warmth around you, you’ll flourish like a flower,
And soon you’ll have a garden that is growing by the hour.
Every time you sleep, my love
Another seed shall plant,
And i’ll be here to help the colours of your garden to enhance.
Polly likes words and isms.