How do my hands wave?
Moving and rising in my hands
the way it shows all the pictures.
Reaching, grasping and encasing in my hands it paints your understanding into a perfect place.
Tumbling and rumbling in my hands
move all the beautiful feeling in an inspiration.
Crashing and smashing in my hands
it stands for all the meanings of natural signing.
Waving with my hands reflects!
(created by Deb Ann)
Saturday, January 19, 2008
A Red Rose, written by my youngest daughter~
Sunlight and water is what you need, You were first a tiny seed, But with some love and care, you grew, And from that moment I suddenly knew, Once you blossomed big, You became not a beanstalk, but..... A Red Rose! Written by Hannah Mow
6 comments:
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Your daughter wrote a beautiful poem. She takes it after you!
6 comments:
Your daughter wrote a beautiful poem. She takes it after you!
Tani~
oh, she sounds so sweet. Roses are my favorite.
Creative, poetic self-expression definitely runs in the family.
Simply lovely!
~ LaRonda
Wonderful poem-- your daughter has talent! :)
Wow! An amazing poem!
Tamra
Hannah did a good job!!!
Annette
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