"We are more alike, my friends, than we are unalike." ~Maya Angelou
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Poem: Zane's Song
Zaneable Zin has a dimpled chin
and hair the color of sunlight;
his father's eyes, and his mother's chin
and his own sweet smile for a night light.
He has promise and poise and a room full of toys,
and a sailing ship up on the shelf;
outside his window a Cardinal sings
to welcome this happy young elf.
Zaneable Zin, your story begins
while your mother hums you a tune,
and your father sits by with love in his eyes,
holding a silver spoon.