tilly ho

By celticman

Sat, 13 Jan 2018
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10 comments
 

Your private joy

Is not a sweet boy

A little girl

To spill and entertain

To show the world again

What it is to be alive

Lungs a hive of choices

Tilly ho you go

You pick up pieces

Itceybitseymeaning

And grow something new

Something like you

All the love we know

Going with the flow

And we’re dancing

In new baby glow

Just goes to show

What we think -you know

Grow and grow and grow

Tilly ho

Certificate U
Poem
Romance

Comments

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Lovely positive stuff, if I've got it right. Can't beat new births for hope.

Parson Thru

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Inspiring to be caught up in the simple joys of a baby! We have a new granddaughter, twelve years since the last grandchild was born. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by celticman on

cheers, parson and rhiannow, can't beat the brith of hope. 

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Exactly!

Parson Thru

Submitted by maisie on

If congrats are due,, unless you're happy about a new birth, or spring coming soon!

maisie angel Guess what?  I'm still alive!

Submitted by celticman on

both are always nice maisie, cheers. 

 

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

Full of joy!

Submitted by celticman on

cheers philip

 

Submitted by Kat027 on

Tilly ho indeed! The joy of life itself. I've yet to become a grandma, but remember my own newbies with unadulterated jubilance!  Well done. Are you in Glasgow?

 

Submitted by celticman on

well, clydebank, which is knida like Glasgow, only we're no.