Mommy
Can you teach me how to choose
How do I know what I need to use
There is so much on this wonderful earth
But how do I know what is worth

Mommy
You gave me so much stuff
Don’t you think I had quite enough
I don’t need your presents anymore
But do you know what I would adore

Mommy
Will you give me a sincere cuddle
Or do you think that is too much trouble
A pat on my head, a warm embrace
Ten kisses on my cheek just in case

Mommy
Will you stay with me tonight
When the moon is shining bright
Can I lay my head to rest
In your arms and upon your chest

Mommy
That would be the best present I ever get
A life without sorrow or regret
Because when you know all is right
I’ll give you a kiss and hold you tight

Misty rain and autumn time
The changing phases of the season
The leaves are now falling in rhyme
The turning of the earth has its reason

It is preparing us for gratitude
For all living things on earth
We need a little change to solitude
The appreciation for all things worth

An insight in the melancholy mood
Just like the autumn colors spread
We are grateful for our food
Our clothes, the roof over our head

We take some time to think about
Our family and friends
To give them shelter no doubt
And everybody wants amends

I’m longing for a summer breeze
Just for one more time
One last look at the mystical seas
The sea surf so sublime

And then I will turn around
Towards the splendor of the fall
The powerful and mighty sound
Of the leaves on branches tall

She stood alone against the wall of the room
Her eyes were roaming over the crowd
Her gaze was off putting and you would assume
She wore a sign: ‘friendship not allowed’

But instead she was looking for the one
The only person who would see
Beyond the urge to go on the run
And saw her as she truly could be

If anyone would give her a chance
To look beyond the first impression
And search for more than just a glance
Or only see her bleak expression

They would see an amazing girl
Full of wonderful imagination
With a large fantasy to unfurl
And a great feeling for conversation

She turned away and almost left the room
When a hand was laid on her arm
A knight in his magnificent costume
Whispered I do you no harm

But will you share this dance with me
And tell me how you are
Because as far as I can see
You are my shining star

I see beyond your sadness
The suffering and the bruise
Your folly and your madness
The sorrow and the blues

I see a girl with a great smile
An eagerness for life and joy
And although you can cry for a while
There’s no one that can destroy

Your inner beauty and your dreams
The cheerfulness and charms
You will never lose that so it seems
As long as you fit in my arms

When I take a peek in the scrapbook of my life
The memories fill my old and weary heart
I’ll think of all the fun things I have done
And appreciate it like a work of art

I recollect the games of ancient times
The masker for my beauty sleep
The empty elegant perfume bottles
The picnic basket that I still keep

The green tent reminds me of a holiday
With orange sun, blue see and yellow sand
Or the purple wig for the yearly carnival
At the festival where I gave a helping hand

Neatly folded I kept a piece of fabric
From the first dress that I made
It was a leftover of my bedroom curtain
Elegantly cut out from the heavy brocade

And tucked in the corner of a paper box
I find a ticket of the first movie we saw
And as strange as it might sound
An empty popcorn box and a shared straw

I open up a worn and torn address book
And I can see almost every face
I know that now they are old like me
But there are only a few that I misplace

I wonder if they have the same collections
In pictures frames and boxes, just like mine
And take a sneaky peek now and then
To ensure that everything still is fine

On this april day
I am born
I’m longing to stray

On this sunny day
I am alive
In an alleyway

When I run away
I am dead
Forlorn yesterday

In the little house on the elven hill
Where underneath the tiny elves are living
In their splendid palaces and castles
The bell tolls, for it is time for giving

In the great hall you can hear the music
And the whisperings of the growing grass
You’re mesmerized by the sparkling diamonds
Who are reflected in the crystal glass

You smell the scent of snow white moon flowers
Which erupt out of the glare of the sun
And are collected in a silver bag
With softly whispers of which love is spun

Superstorm Sandy, her name sounds so nice
Does she come free, or does it have a price
Is she just a girl, or is it a song
Is it somewhat good, or is something wrong

There were not enough chances to run and climb
Although they gave us a warning in time
To leave early and get out of the bay
We were still surprised and were swept away

Why are people so fully ignorant
Independent and spirit inherent
That they won’t listen to good suggestions
Only answer questions with more questions

When the floods came, we were lost in nothing
The whirlwind left us with nought or something
The full swollen rivers flooded our lands
Nowhere to hide, it was out of our hands

The wind was assaulting time after time
And when the hurricane had passed its prime
It left us with total devastation
Loss of lives and chattels desolation

With her gaze at infinity
She stood still waiting for the train
And leaving everything behind
No one left, nothing to explain

She was all alone in this world
No better half or even friends
Everyone was already gone
Nobody there to make amends

The train was almost arriving
She heard the soughing of a wave
A distinct sound of the whistle
She took the last step to her grave

Little Miss Sunshine

She is always my little miss Sunshine
She is at any time here for me
Although we don’t have the same bloodline
We are family as always meant to be

She is just like a fairy, tiny and frail
But in her loving she is very strong
And in lifting me up she will never fail
In her heart forever is where I belong

She is my bicycle, with wheels that turn around
She’ll never give up, push you to great heights
And still manage to stay firm on the ground
When clouds are dark she gives you hope and lights

She is a bundle of happiness and bliss
Like wind in your hair and sunshine on your face
Pure joy is the sweetest part of this
The friendship to each other time will not erase

Our lives are like redwood framed windows
Easy to lean on and with a marvelous view
Just the addition of a few pillows
And the restful thoughts that I pursue

We are kindred spirits, friends of the old
We called it anam cara many years ago
In the time of fairies and pots of gold
We are heart friends with silver strings, I know

And even on a sunless afternoon
Her spirit is shining bright
She will dance to our song
With utter pleasure and delight

Two beautiful little girls
My grandchildren six and four
With the brightest smiles on their faces
They are always asking for more

Grandma, will you paint my nails
Grandpa, can I play with your keys
Grandma, a few more kisses
Grandpa, one last story please

Two little children having so much fun
Curious of the world around
Glittering eyes of mischief
And the best love you ever found