Just let me love the child that lives within
the restless individual who hogs
the blankets on a winter evening-in,
drinks milk-shakes and pigs out on chilli dogs.
So precious, and as beautiful as day,
as hand in childlike hand we stroll along.
There is no earthly price I wouldn’t pay
to turn our life together into song.
A toy-box of rare treasure’s in your smile –
no diamonds or gold brighter in the sun.
Say lover – will you stop and play a while,
or share my lunch now recess has begun?
No matter, for my heart is filled with bliss,
as soul from playmate-soul receives a kiss!
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Written March 30th, 2006
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"So precious, and as beautiful as day,
as hand in childlike hand we stroll along.
There is no earthly price I wouldn’t pay
to turn our life together into song."
I'm speechless Mairi
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Thank you Lux. The poem is about the childlike qualities I can see in someone I love too. I am so glad you like it.
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This is a very sweet poem, never let go of that inner child, right? I liked the line about sharing lunches at recess, it's such a big part of being in school. That, and whose birthday party you get invited to. Great write! Smooshes,
Love on you,
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Well my work is done!
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Sweet and very warmly good
Oh, sweet bliss, full of love's wonder, and a kiss! A playful and childlike take on companionship that I like very much! You have made me very happy, again, to read your poems!
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Lily, precious friend, thank you for dropping in to see a poem of mine again. I am delighted that you like it.
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Marvellous
A soul from play-mate soul...Wow, your words melt like honey in one's brain. You always have such good ideas! Really touching. -
This one is a homage to one particular inner brat, LAPoe. Thanks for dropping in - glad you liked it.
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What a charming homage to our inner beasties... these ageless
spirits waiting to be released...when our inner child speaks..
do we listen, sadly not often enough, then again mine's rampaging
most of the time...little brat!!! this is so wonderful...it makes
me want to reach deep down inside and give that brat a big hug
and you one to
for writing it..lapoe..
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bethan-gaze, if you're chuffed, then I'm chuffed! I love it when people are chuffed with my poetry.
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Another goody! It made me smile and I'm so chuffed that it ended in kisses! x
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Oh you beauty! {skips around in her teepee on Schiehallion}
Smoosh! -
Pixie Banshee
I know this girl
with the rapacious curl
hair won't flatten out
regardless how she shouts.
I know those eyes
that shine oh my
it says I am
beautiful without the glam.
I know that smile
inside this wee child.
Oh jings, its me
that lassie I see.
Just let me love the child
by Mairi bheag on Mar 30
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Thank you, Sis.
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Beautiful and heart warming. Reminds me of a very precious time
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I suppose it does, seeing as many of the other allusions I draw are modern and American, Michael. I will give it some consideration. Any suggestions for a better word?
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Bravo!
Absolutely charming and wondrously romantic (a tiny suggestion: in line 8 you use the word “casket”, which, of course, is used correctly, however, that word conjures images far removed form the theme of this sonnet. Perhaps another word?) Bravo!
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