My Book Of Poems

My Book Of Poems
By E R Blanchard

The Precious Child

You were so full of laughter.
You smiled and played,
Now you have shelter.

The precious child,
Yes! All now see.
The precious child,
You died so violently.

The precious child,
We will miss you dear.
The precious child,
Baby, have no fear.

The precious child,
You are a cherished flower.
The precious child,
You are in the big tower.

The precious child,
You had no sin.
The precious child,
Sad your life ended.
A poem dedicated to Shakira Johnson.


Little Bird At My Bedroom Window

He wakes me early morning singing.
There is a little bird at my window.
Oh my, My ears are really ringing.

He is such a cute little bird.
This morning he made me smile.
Anyone will adore him even a child.

He lets me go back to sleep.
Then he wakes me singing again.
The curtain is open to take a peep.

The little bird still sings to me.
Every morning I listen and see,
For his sweet voice is relaxing to me.

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