Bloom

A poem for my future child and what i hope they will pursue and follow.

Dear child of mine,

Stay pure with time's passage

Of the old washed away.

Learn life's own message

And sprout like flowers of May.

Stay golden and strong from the wind's harsh erosion,

Think with others in mind,

Put ideas into motion.

Don't turn the world with one eye blind.

Stay attuned to life's melody

And all will be fine.

Reviews

[Leo]

Short wise and brilliant..keep it up beautiful writer..check out my page when you have free time you might like some

[WritersRankings]

Yes I can feel your empathy in bloom, I hope that you protect your sensitivity to keep it. I know it isn't always easy in this world to do so. There is a healing in your poetry, and it's preferable to me than most other verse.

[SonOfPlunder]

This is brilliantly put together, good imagery and a nice flow to it.

[AnnaMae]

thank you very much, that means a lot. :)

[SonOfPlunder]

You're welcome :)

[Amelia]

Awh. I would cry if you painted this in the child's nursery!

[Adam Lebzo -RonninWarri..]

Beautiful!! what a lucky child with an intelligent and wise mother :)