HAPPY THOUGHTS

HAPPY THOUGHTS

Try to find joy around you

In all the little things,

And you will be surprised

At the measure of joy it brings.

See the glass half full,

The blossoms in the spring,

The diamond dewdrop on the rose,

The bird upon the wing.

Play with a child and learn again

That life is full of fun.

Splash in the puddles ~

Feel the warmth of the sun.

Smile at a stranger and you will find

Your smile will cheer his day.

Listen to music and sing along

As you go along your way.

Our positive thoughts affect our day,

Our lives and those we meet,

Dance in the moonlight

With wings upon your feet.

Stretch your wings and dare to be

A positive caring soul,

And the joy you spread as you go along

Will help you to be whole.

© Linda J. Vaughan

HAPPY THOUGHTS

HAPPY THOUGHTS.

Try to find joy around you

In all the little things,

And you will be surprised

At the measure of joy it brings.

See the glass half full,

The blossoms in the spring,

The diamond dewdrop on the rose,

The bird upon the wing.

Play with a child and learn again

That life is full of fun.

Splash in the puddles ~

Feel the warmth of the sun.

Smile at a stranger and you will find

Your smile will cheer his day.

Listen to music and sing along

As you go along your way.

Our positive thoughts affect our day,

Our lives and those we meet,

Dance in the moonlight

With wings upon your feet.

Stretch your wings and dare to be

A positive caring soul,

And the joy you spread as you go along

Will help you to be whole.

© Linda J. Vaughan

THOUGHTS ON MY CHILDREN

THOUGHTS ON CHILDREN

My children when I look at you 

And see how much you've grown,

It takes me back in memory 

To the best days I have known.

You were wanted and planned for

And I struggled to give you birth,

No greater joy has ever been mine

The sweetest days on earth.

I held your tiny hands in mine

And looked into your eyes,

Very protective I became

I should give me no surprise,

Each stage you went through

Was learning for me too

I tried so very hard 

To do the best for you.

I painted and cooked with you

And let you walk in the rain,

We often splashed in puddles

These days would not come again.

We sang sweet songs and nursery rhymes

We read books by the score,

I see you now tucked up in bed

If I peep through memory's door.

I hear the funny things you said

And see the funny things you'd do,

I remember oh so much of childhood days

With sport, lessons and the music too.

I watched with pride as you graduated

Cap and gown ~ my pride worn on my sleeve

I knew that they were coming

The days when you would leave.

And now you are established

Settled down and happy too

You work very hard in life

And I'm so proud of you.

It is another hand you reach for

And love shines in your eyes

May love and laughter live for you 

Under clear blue skies.

I watch you now as you sit down to eat

A glass of wine in your hand,

I hear your deep discussions on life

And the things that you have planned.

You have brought such joy to me

And I take joy like no other

That life was very kind to me

And I am your loving Mother. 

© Linda J. Vaughan

9th. July 2012

RAIN

RAIN

It has been grey and overcast

Throughout this entire day.

And rain has fallen 

In the nicest possible way.

There was no wind to drive and blow

And make the day feel bad.

Just a lovely quiet and gentle rain

The kind I am sure you’ve had.

There are puddles everywhere

And I know for certain

These rain drops were falling for me

Like a silver bead curtain.

I looked at the drops on the petals fair

Of the roses in wintertime bloom.

I knew their beauty would soon pass

Like the shadows from the moon.

I looked at the soft green blades of grass

On the lawn just recently mown.

And I saw the flowers now in bloom

From the seeds that I had sown.

I smelled the rich earth and I saw

The promise of Nature’s hand

I saw it all in my garden today

And  for me it was truly grand.

Rain on the leaves of the gum trees,

Rain on the Norfolk Island Pine.

I looked at these and was thankful

That this beauty here was mine.

© Linda J. Vaughan

adapted May 2011