Sammys poem

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    Sammys poem

    Copper pennies, copper wire
    Bright and shiny Russian spires
    The suns first kiss of mornings air
     Like copper highlights in sammy's hair

    A childs wonder lights her eyes
    Since swaddling child, thru years gone by
    A smile to big for teeth to fill
    A tender heart, an artists zeal
    A dreamers mask most anyplace
    Will steal upon that pretty face
    Composed and still, her thoughts abloom
    She's all alone in a crowded room

    To have a child is a wonderful thing
    But to have a wonderful child ...
    How can I thank God ?
    And she is but one of five
    And all are gentle thoughtful folk
    Each their own No two alike
    Except
    In their difference to the rest of the herd .
    I am a wealthy man, without a dime to my name
    I am extraodinarily ordinary
    I am blessed by God almighty
    For services not rendered
    My heart is full
    I bend my knee
    Thank you

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    SavVySam commented on Sammys poem

    10-09-2009

    You are a blessed man! This is beautiful beyond belief, and Sammy will be forever grateful for these words keeping them close to her heart. Wonderful tribute... thanks for sharing. "10"

    OBJuan

    10/10/2009

    Tk you, kids can leave a lasting grin on your face thats 4-sure

    mlea commented on Sammys poem

    10-09-2009

    it touches my heart to read a piece that is so full of love and gratitude and I do so admire the way you have expressed these feelings. Well written, in my favs...mlea

    OBJuan

    10/09/2009

    Thank You muchly...2am feedings, a small hand hanging on my little finger, a forgotton bottle and a toothless smile stay with you a life time.

    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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