I came across this very short poem I wrote about Wren when she was turning two. She was full of energy and joy (as a matter of fact, she still is). One of our favorite things to do together was to walk around the little circle in our old neighborhood. She loved going outside to play no matter the weather.
The other thing about Wren was that her speech was slightly delayed. I yearned for her to talk so I could know her desires… her dislikes… her imagination… her. I’d get one word out of her, but I wanted more.
This poem was jotted down in the late winter long after the beauty of the first snowfall and I was getting antsy for Spring like I do every March. The structure of this poem is akin to the Wheel of Fortune “before and after” theme. Enjoy.
Snow, Flower, Sun and Rainbow
The robin in the white
A word she knows so well.
I hope she’ll learn
Flower, sun and rainbow
Should be here soon.