Littleone's blog: "My Poetry"

So beautiful glistening from the morning dew, In full bloom for all to view. Her sole purpose; to give pleasure to all. Though blown and tossed about, She still stands tall. Taking in only enough to survive Yet meaning so much to others lives. As some enjoy her beauty, others feed from her delicious fruits providing all with a firm foundation, spreading her strong roots. When dealing with lifes hardships, finding it hard to cope, She is always there to provide a little hope. Though torn and tattered- from her beauty and seeds, that the winds once scattered, Blossoms a whole new bunch of flowers carrying with them pieces of her and maturing by the hour. ©Wanda Atwood 12/24/1997

So many nights I've dreamt of the dreadful day The day you'd have to go away The nights of awakening in a shivering cold sweat Tears running down my face leaving my pillow wet I've always known someday it would all come true How was I to know "Someday" comes all too soon The dreams of yesterday have now come to an end Now the new ones begin As I've always known they would For they've been there all the time Waiting in the darkness waiting for the sign I dream now of your return to me Though I know this could never be For my dreams have all along Been of you "coming Home". ©Wanda Atwood 10/10/1997