Boisterous bundles can become bold beings.
As blessings bounced and drained my brain,
Their stamina hard to contain,
I sought a sign,
Lines to define,
That one day they’d be right as rain.
When they were wee, I’d watch each hour –
Beg Heaven for the daily power.
They’d jump, take wing;
I’d stand and sing,
Assured one day they yet would flower.
These boundary busters, strong and sure,
Did test all limits to assure –
If fences hold,
Then truth be told,
The ground beneath will stand, endure.
Outside the lines, where words ring fake,
The game is more than give and take.
Assailed by hearts
That issue darts,
May their foundations stand the shake.
c2017 by Linda Ann Nickerson
Adapted by this user from vintage artwork.
This poem was posted in response to these prompts:
April A to Z Blog Challenge
National Poetry Writing Month / NaPoWriMo
Five-Minute Friday: “define”
Mad Kane Humor: “power” – LIMERICK
Meme Express: “right as rain”
Simply Snickers: “watch,” “wee,” and “wing”