My Child

A poem about a child...

My child.

Run in the sun.

Play in the rain

and the puddles
that it leaves behind.

Smile at me,

every morning,

when I wake you up.

What you feel,

I feel too.

Whether it's happiness

or pain,

express it all to me,

with your tears,

and your grins.

Live your life

as free as a bird in the wild.

Be happy and follow

your dreams that you

dreampt when

you were younger.

Sing songs,

even if they are out of key,

and scrape your knee,

an alllow me to help you

and dry your tears.

My child,

always be mine.

 

Reviews

[Sarah]

I adored this. You captured the innocence and happiness of childhood perfectly, as well as the love you feel for the child that the poem is about. :) I loved reading this. One type in the second line "Run in hte sun." should be "the". :) Otherwise, fantastic! Really loved this!

[Wandering Bard]

"My child...
Runs in the sun.
Plays in the rain
and the puddles
that it leaves behind.
('and the puddles that it leaves behind" or how about "and Dances in the snow".)
Smiles at me,
every morning,
when I wake (him/her) up.
What you feel,
I feel too.
Whether it's happiness
or pain,
express it all to me,
with your tears,
and your grins.
Live your life
as free as a bird in the wild.
Be happy
and follow your dreams
that you dreamt
when you were younger.
Sing songs,
even if they are out of key,
and scrape your knee,
an allow me to help you
and dry your tears.
My child,
always be mine."

Otherwise a very nice poem, Poetry. I took the liberty of cleaning it up and suggesting some ideas of mine. I like this the best! :)