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
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
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
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