Silver Sunshine

Phelicity, age 3

Silver Sunshine

Some speak of sunshine as rays of gold,
Some speak of silver as cold like a knife.
My baby is young and I am old,
But she's been the sunshine of my life,
Sparkley sunshine of silvery hue,
Silver reflected in eyes of blue,
The only perfection I ever knew.

She dances in clouds of silver dust,
She waves her tail with an elegant swish,
She took the heart I gave her in trust,
Becoming my happiest, dearest wish.
And all the gold things there ever were
Can't match my baby's silvery fur,
Or buy the joy that I get from her.

Don't take away my joy, my hope,
The silvery sunshine I need to live,
The gentle purring that helps me cope,
The soft, sweet love my baby can give.
Without her, never a day could start,
Warm like a sunbeam, a silvery sunbeam,
Joy like a river, a silver blue river,
Rushing, flooding into my heart.

November 2002

Phelicity, age 8

One Last Blessing

When life is not as planned,
And wishes fail the test,
Then let me understand
The ways I am so blessed.
This tiny little one,
My baby wrapped in fur,
She's been my shining sun,
I've been the world to her.

They sparkle and they shine,
Those lovely eyes of blue,
And all that love is mine,
So precious and so true.
When mine are filled with tears,
I hold her to my heart,
Believing all these years
We'd never be apart.

For we must yet grow old,
Together, as we should,
While days and years unfold,
I thought they might be good.
It has the softest purr,
This future that I'd see,
When all I have is her
And all she has is me.

Why must it come again,
This thief of all held dear?
I'll wait to face it then.
My blessing must be here
To meet me in the dawn,
And vanquish one last fear
When all the rest are gone...
My baby, you'll be here.

Phelicity, age 10