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Tickle, tickle life’s a giggle,
changing with the season.
First day of school,
learn the rule,
books to teach me reason.
Spinning, spinning til’ I’m dizzy,
I have no cares nor woe.
My swing flies high,
can’t help but sigh,
I dance while flowers grow.
Ring, ring the school bell sings
and now it’s time to go.
Crossing the street,
they didn’t see-
I didn’t make it home.
Cry, cry mommy sighs,
my body weak and hazy.
I go to rest
on her chest
and wake to fields of daisies.
Breeze, breeze through the trees
underneath the willow.
Have no fear,
I’m still here;
Dancing while flowers grow.
For anyone whose lost a child
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Beautiful and moving.
Love this poem! Beautiful with the pic.
Death through a child’s eyes- innocent, touching and so very very sad. Thank you for sharing.
I like the way this trips off the tongue, even though it’s sad.
Oh Kellie this is beautiful thank you it means more than words can say..
Beautiful. Sigh, sigh
Always a pleasure Kellie….
Beautiful. Sigh, sigh
So sad and so beautiful.
You’ve captured the essence of a child’s world.
I really like this. I have a 7 year old daughter so I can identify
Pretty poetry… I especially like the first lines of every stanza.