Poem: A Bear called Tom

I’ve had my bath am ready for bed

My teddy too lies at my head

He’s soft he’s brown he’s tired too

The days been long him me and you

At breakfast time he shared my egg 

His bun had jam like mine was red

Then on my trike We rode to care

Where children play me with my bear.

His name is Tom, his nose is black 

His ear is torn that’s is a fact

He had a fall high from the swing

Caught a thorn while chasing me

Watched me finger paint in blue

Moms picture now stuck in the loo

I got a hug 

I got a kiss 

I got the love I’ll never miss

Which I give you too

My dear bear friend

Now next to me right at the end 

Of a long long day of this and that

Time is now to say a prayer

Hold our hands me and my bear.

Close my eyes the lights now dim

Time for dreams where I’ll be with him

My bear called Tom 

My dad my mom.

Liam October 2018

Poem: A Child once said.

A child once said,

When going to bed.

It’s the waving trees,

That blow the wind and make the breeze.

The splash of water on the shore.

From swimming fish and whales and more.

From mermaids gentle, who plate their hair.

Who sing song sweet in the moonlit air .

Of the sailor far on his ship of wood.

Of a long lost child on the shore she stood.

Of her heart ache when going to bed.

Of waiving trees too the wind she said, 

„Please Blow daddy to my bed this night“,

To sail with him the silky blue,

With mermaid song and whales spume too.

Upon my cheek his kiss so light.

Then shoot the moon,

in a star filled sky.

Ships sail filled with our dreamy eye.

We will sing and laugh and dance till light.

Just you, just I.

My daddy and me.

The waves 

The wind 

The  stars 

The sea.

Liam October 2018