I'm glad

My Pennies are few;
My credit bad;
I'm not much,
but I am glad,
There's someone sweet and kind like you
To give me a better view
Of things
I should and shouldn't do.
I'm Glad!

My Mom

There's something I'll always know
About the one who loves me so.
She's sweet, and kind, and nice,
Full of sugar and of spice.
And as I sit and think
Of how things could be
I find, I'm lucky she is she.

Love

It's a hard thing to define;
The thing call love;
And of mine.
I'd like to say one single thing,
Love is in a ring.
A ring that weds;
A ring that sheds,
Alight from up above.
Telling sweetly of the thing called love.

Rain

Rain, tapping on my window-pane,
Bringing back mem'rys again;
I dream of you.
Rain, splashing in puddles there,
Smell the refreshed air,
As earth is bathed.
Rain, blowing in breezes now.
Feeling sad somehow,
Where are you?

These poems were written by my son Robert Shinn when he was very young, given to me on Mother's day.  What a nice gift to receive.  I have always cherished them.
© 2000