It was shady fun
Now we laugh
all.
Children did not, then..
Serious is their word of the day,
and serious out-thrown was I,
me --
as not to
overshadow,
overblossom,
overbloom --
in short to
overflower
the tiny war of feelings,
baby tournament,
competition done with fruits of the meadow.
Young, me, that was,
charms galore,
made in moment one,
and
became a queen of attention.
As flowers flowered,
flowery,
only in the flow,
of
where my shadow flew.
Now we laugh..
All.
Poker
My daughters,
poker of hearts
that gladdens my dream,
on fields where only graves flower...
Know, hearing others,
know I,
your new dance day
changed;
Razor Walk is yours now.
Wisdom I do have not enough;
love to overflow
for,
my little women.
Good, bad-
both are life.
Goodbye
say
to little,
embrace,
woman
in you.
I have faith
in God,
in my queen, my wife;
and you,
poker of hearts-
the winning hand
in
any
game of my life.