MELLOW YELLOW MONDAY
SUNNIES
We were sitting in the car
And he turned to me and smiled
And there was nothing sunnier
Than the smile of that small child.
The sun was shining brightly
With it's usual yellow flames,
And Blake was wearing his sunnies
With the golden yellow frames.
But the yellow that was in fashion,
The very latest style,
Was the gold of the warmth that beamed on me
When Blake turned with a smile.
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A smile that was very important to me here:
http://rinklyrimes.blogspot.com/2008/10/176-knack.html
See tomorrow's blog for information about a light opera.
See tomorrow's blog for information about a light opera.
6 comments:
he sure looks mellow!
How beautiful, the poem and the photo. I have a 4 year old grandson Jack and the poem could equally have been about him.
he looks so cool with his yellow shades.
nice! :)
Cute poem.
Looks like it was one fine day.
Cheers!
JzB
Lovely post, Brenda!
I love your phrase "the gold of the warmth that beamed on me", it's very evocative.
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