For My Daughter: On Her 3rd Birthday

When

When the winds stop whistling

When the leaves stop bristling

When the cows stop grazing

When the poets stop phrasing

When the scholars stop learning

When the devils fire’s stop burning

When the planets stop spinning

When the holy men stop sinning

When the borders start falling

When the weary stop yawning

When the old timers dancing

When the young stop romancing.

I will still be there to love you.

Dream Well

Cherub angel in lace and white

Drops off  her dreams and says good night.

The sandman’s been and’s on his way

As he closes the doors on another day.

And as you drift off to sleep

Slumber pixies tuck in your feet.

Hoot owl blinks and sings his song

The crickets chirp and play along

The swaying branch conducts the tune

Under the spotlight of the full moon

All while today replays in your head

And I sit in wonder on the end of your bed.

Happy Birthday

I sung to you the moment you were born

I sing still

I sang during this photo too

Every song is you.

 

Same Spot. Same Face. Different Year.