The Little Robin
It was winter. The snow was falling quite heavily. Like a million fairy dancers falling to the ground. They made no sound as they landed they were so light on their feet. When they landed on your cheek they were like Grandma’s kisses. Oh so soft (and hehe) sometimes a little wet.
Little Lauren was playing away happily with her toys and looked out the window at all the snow resting on the trees and fences. Everywhere it could nestle it was putting white hats on everything. The trees were all bare of leaves with their branches stretching up to the sky as though trying to hold the snow away. Some of the smaller branches were bent over like little old men, stooped with walking canes.
Suddenly, Lauren spotted something on one of the trees near her house. It was a tiny robin sitting shivering as the snow fell. Lauren made a dash for the kitchen crying, “Mummy, come quickly!” and pulled at her mother’s clothes, “Come quickly and look at the birdie!”
Lauren’s mother wondered what all the excitement was about for there were always birds outside that window as that was where the bird table was situated and she knew that there was plenty of food on it for she had just put fresh honey and seed and some bread scraps on it this morning.
“Come and look, come and look,” Lauren kept saying excitedly.
On reaching the room and looking out the window, Lauren’s mother could see nothing amiss. Just a small robin sitting on one of the lower branches.
“Look at the birdie mummy,” Lauren kept saying. “Look at the birdie.”
“Just a dear tiny robin,” thought the mother. “Nothing strange there.”
“Look at the birdie mummy,” cried Lauren. “It’s snowing and the poor little birdie has no shoes and socks on!”
Lauren’s mother hid her smile and said, “Well then, what can we do about that?”
The rest of that afternoon Lauren and mother knitted tiny three-toed socks for the little robins that came to visit in the garden.
This made Lauren very happy.
Please tell me what you think
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first snow
a little robin perched
no socks!
LOLLL
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Sammy, I always love the way you describe even the simplest things and make the images jump alive as your read your writes...what a quaint little story that shows the innocence of children and the wonder in their eyes....
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My Dear Di ... My dear friend from so long ago ... always you warm my heart with your visits. Thank you Di ...
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Sammy
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Sammy,
This is so beautiful! It feels as though I were reading a "Little Golden Book". Enchanting, charming, wonderfully magical. From the warm fuzzy softness of Grandma's kisses, to the vivid imagery of snow laden trees, one is held captive. Love exudes from the pages. What a delightful and creative way to appease the heart of the child. What love,kindness and gentleness is created into the heart of the child as to knit three toed socks for the birds. What memories that are created,what love that is fostered for natures creatures. Oh Sammy, this is one birthday story that is well worth waiting for. This story mirrors your heart and soul. It is so wonderful to read you once again.
With much love always,
~Michelle~
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Thank you Michelle for your kind and warm comment. You always see into my mind.
Always
Sammy
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Enchanting!
Another of your magical tales to bring a happy smile to a child's face Sammy This is such a simple tale, yet it touches on all that is simple in life that makes a child in awe of nature's natural beauty. I love the idea of the little white hats left by the gentle fall of snow... the snowflakes you allude to as soft as Grandma's kisses.
A truly beautiful story which I know without a doubt Lauren will treasure
The imagery flies from the words you have penned with so much ease, making this a most enjoyable read my dear man
Well Done, your talented pen has worked its magic yet again.
~Katie~
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Thank you Katie for your warm and kind comment.
As always
Sammy
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Wonderful little tribute and dedication for the granddaughter. Love and life at a child's wonderment for life. With Love ~Sie
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Thank you so much Sie ... Lauren is Silverael's (an allpoetry member) little daughter. She was born the day before my birthday in January and is now three. Alas I missed writing a story for her this year, that is until now ...
Sam
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