Monday, January 4, 2010

Sunnies




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.

6 comments:

Eva Gallant said...

he sure looks mellow!

BT said...

How beautiful, the poem and the photo. I have a 4 year old grandson Jack and the poem could equally have been about him.

Wrigley said...

he looks so cool with his yellow shades.

Perfectly Blended said...

nice! :)

Jazzbumpa said...

Cute poem.

Looks like it was one fine day.

Cheers!
JzB

Mimi said...

Lovely post, Brenda!
I love your phrase "the gold of the warmth that beamed on me", it's very evocative.