Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Four Siblings

One
little girl all dressed in pink
With sunshine in her smile
And moonbeams in her hair.
Words fall heavily from her pencil
To grace the pages of her life.

Two
Little children running in the yard
The second one a short and stocky little boy
with a mischievous smile
And dancing eyes as black as coal.
Hands are callused and raw
As he strums the song his feet tap to.

Three
Siblings swim in the pool
Each take turns giving the third a ride on their back.
With laughter for his grey-blue eyes
And an infectious energy
His screams for joy bring a smile
To the faces of everyone in his life.

Four
Siblings have their pictures taken in the backyard
Three sit still with grins like sunshine, mischief and pure joy
While number four squirms.
First here, then there
Running about everywhere.
Not a care in the world.

1 comment:

Raina said...

What a beautiful poem. It is so very clear what your family means to you. <3