Some folks walk through fields of flowers

Some folks walk through fields of flowers
As if they were just the same as rock and stone
While others dance through life as if each path
Were with flowers and petals strewn
Gaily and lovingly along the way....
And as they dance the flowers play...
Dance little one and enjoy the view
For the flowers are truly
Enjoying the sight of you!

Thena Smith

A Little Version of Me

A Little Version of Me
I look at your face
On the worst of days
And at the love in my heart
I am totally amazed.
I am never really surprised
By the things that you do
For when I was a child
I used to be you....
I did all of the things
That I see you do
And the questions we ask you
Were asked of me too.
"What were you thinking?
What made you do that?
How did you break it
You didn't look where you sat?"
And now in the gentle breeze
That floats past my ear
It is the voice of my mother
That I hear loud and clear...
"Someday," she would say
"And I know it to be true
You will have a child
That will be exactly like YOU!"
Thena Smith

Such a sweet little poem:

Some folks walk through fields of flowers
As if they were just the same as rock and stone
While others dance through life as if each path
Were with flowers and petals strewn
Gaily and lovingly along the way....
And as they dance the flowers play...
Dance little one and enjoy the view
For the flowers are truly
Enjoying the sight of you!

And, I remember when my mother uttered the same words:

And now in the gentle breeze
That floats past my ear
It is the voice of my mother
That I hear loud and clear...
"Someday," she would say
"And I know it to be true
You will have a child
That will be exactly like YOU!"

hugs and snickers the cany kind...LOL!

God Bless