http://bluebellbooks.blogspot.com/2012/09/thursday-flash-fiction-week-28.html
In
the face
of a child
*
Is
there peace
that is undefiled
*
*
Their
capacity is
great to love
*
With
the joy
of angels above
*
Where
purity of
innocence is found
*
In
their simplicity
that does abound
*
Within
the children
there’s no hate
*
No
wars to
ever need debate
*
Much
from them
adults can learn
*
If
we’d follow
them in turn
*
May
each day
God you bless
*
Always
with more
and never less
*
Teresa Marie 1/26/12 ©
I love you all, grandma!
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One day a huge ogre came
putting our all knights to shame
who laid on each other the blame
but in truth were all the same
Then there walked straight into
the middle of this hullabaloo
a tiny babe age of two
who tapped his toe, asking “Shoe?”
The ogre looked down at her
as his wrath about to incur
but standing so petite and demure
with an innocent face ever pure
His heart melted in an instant
as to scare her he was hesitant
and now with his anger absent
a grin on his face was present
So ogre reached down instead
as away all the knights sped
he patted the darling girl’s head
“Let’s be friends!” he then said
So the moral of the story
is not all that you see
which may appear to be gory
is what it truly must be
For if with love you act
and you use a little tact
I have found it’s proven fact
will change how others react!
Teresa Marie 1/9/12 ©
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Sleep, my little baby-by
You’re the apple of my eye
I don’t care if you cry
You’ll always be my punkin’ pie
When you sleep you give a sigh
In your crib where you lie
Angels protect you my sweetie-pie
In your dreams with them fly
How I feel words defy
Except on this you can rely
I will love you ’til I die
Because you are my baby-by!
Teresa Marie 8/4/11
The time when we were innocent
and the world was a curiosity
as the days came and went
we lived them with frivolity
There were no daily cares
that occupied our little minds
but rather truth or dares
and buried treasure finds
The games that we could play
were the only choice to make
in the heat of summer’s day
as the sun our mud pies bake
When we would hide and seek
’til someone kicked the can
and sometimes we would peek
when we’re the counting man
As I stop to look back
upon those simple wistful days
for nothing did I lack
and the memory with me stays
The angels sent to guard
and keep us in their charge
are there when times are hard
and problems loom so large
But I bet they wish for
that child again once young
who asked for nothing more
than a bedtime song be sung!
Teresa Marie 7/14/11
Children are a precious gift
we are given from above
in our arms them to lift
and smother with our love
They’re wide-eyed and innocent
it is us that they adore
No matter what you meant
although you don’t keep score
Even when they may forget
the words that you said
On their hearts it’ll set
with the feelings they inbed
So choose your words with care
in everything that you say
to those gifts you have there
looking up to you today.
Teresa Marie 6/9/11
There is no point at all
of being a grown up today
if I can’t answer a call
to go a minute and play
When I can’t be as childish
in my own individual way
and do it however I wish
just because of what you say
It’s truly all up to me
as to whether or not I may
regardless of what you see
as my immaturity on display
For with childish faith I do
through each and every day
what God does want me to
not as the world might convey
‘Cause it is not any crime
to be as a child I pray
if I want to go sometime
in my innocence and play!
Teresa Marie 5/23/11