By Nancy Lou Henderson
Bouncing golden curls running through the grass, Singing, dancing, spinning, having just a touch of sass. Bouncing golden curls looking to the sky, Stopping, smiling, pointing, saying Angels are flying by. Bouncing golden curls kneeling on one knee, Smelling, touching, picking, giving wildflowers to you and me. Bouncing golden curls although only three, Living, loving, caring, showing God’s love for all to see
4 thoughts on “Bouncing Golden Curls”
Charming! Nice one, Nancy 🙂
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Thank you so much Jim Bates.
A very enjoyable poem! A delight to read! Frank Kowal