👶 Strolling lullaby 👶

Your littl'hands in mine,
one at each side,
balancing forth n back
in a gentle tide.

Hum this simple sound,
join in your voice,
for moments as these
will forever bound.


Blue is the sky
warm sunny light.
Green is the grass
that lets us pass.
Yellow is her dress
hand to my right.
Red is his shirt
on my left side.

Pick up a swift pace,
giggle as we race,
to meat nowhere
and no one chase.

No need for a point
no reason to curve
nonsense is plane
magic just burst.

Blue is the sky
warm sunny light.
Green is the grass
that lets's pass.
Yellow is her dress
hand to my right.
Red is his shirt
on my left side.

How could I
've ever thought
you'd bring me
so much color?

As you hold
my hands tight,
dazzling smile...
This is the life!

Gentle depression

Light was the pain
I felt today.
Slight was also
that of yesterday.

It climbs my walls
and clings to its sides.
It dulls the light
and blurs the sight.

Rooted within
like part of the gene
it won't let me be...

A pale cloud
hovers overall,
caught in its claws.

Hand your sister a bead

- Mommy, she's at it again!
- What is she doing then?
- She is breaking it,
always ruins everything!
- Oh sweet boy, how to make
you see long beyond
these testing days?
Past learning to chew
her hands and toys
to when she is your closest.
Through thick and thin,
she'll know you best.

- Hand her one bead.
She only wants to be
part of her amazing
Bubba's fantasy,
she won't care how big
her part is in it.

You'll miss these days
she can't help but stare
in wonder and awe
of her big brother.
When she is grown
and no longer a fan
she will then frown
and you won't idol.
Keep her hand near
your voice in her ear
help her develop
and forever be there.

If you don't resist,
you will find she is,
to you, and you to her,
my ultimate gift.