January 24, 2012

THE MORNING STAR

THE MORNING STAR

Our daughter is a morning star,
Born at four oh five.
Our daughter is a morning star,
She loves to jump and jive!

Our daughter is a morning star,
With a Goddess name.
Our daughter is a morning star,
By fates she can’t be tame.

Our daughter is a morning star,
Such beauty, her reflection.
Our daughter is a morning star,
Her rays in all direction!

Our daughter is a morning star,
And like the planet Venus,
Our daughter is a morning star,
Her brilliance trumps her meanness.

Our daughter is a morning star,
Our daughter isn’t mild.
Our daughter is a morning star,
She is our second child.

Our daughter is a morning star,
Her hair is slightly curly.
Our daughter is a morning star,
She likes to get up early.

Our daughter is a morning star,
Born at four oh five.
Our daughter is a morning star,
She loves to be alive.

Our daughter is a morning star,
She’s not the golfer Annika.
Our daughter is a morning star,
Our daughter’s name is DANIKA!

By Marty R. Woodcock





January 23, 2012

A Child So Well Dreamt Upon

A Child So Well Drempt Upon
A child so well dreamt upon,
A vision inspiration!

An Irish blessing,
Boy or Girl,
Kept us guessing!
Kept us guessing!

A child so well dreamt upon,
A vision made it clear,
A vision of a girl was here,
To bless our lives so dear.

A child so well dreamt upon,
The basis of our kin.
A child so well dreamt upon,
So let the fun begin!

In darkest sleep,
A girl was dreamt,
A vision made it clear.

A child so well dreamt upon,
Adds to our family tree.
A child so well dreamt upon,
Plays so happily.

A child so well dreamt upon,
so let us introduce,
From a dream into vision,
Unto inspiration!

So without,
More adieu,
Our families first phase-in,
So without,
More Adieu,
Meet our dream:
Aislyn!

A child so well dreamt upon,
A vision inspiration! 

January 21, 2012

A Stranger Nevermore!

A Stranger
Nevermore!

A stranger you were once,
Just an email from a friend.
We  agreed to meet one day,
A place around the bend.

I saw you out the window.
And gazed upon your face.
You were normal, you were cute,
No ribbons, bows or lace.

I knew at once,
For you came in,
You were meant for me.
Locked uptight, was my heart,
But knew you were it's key.

Those fateful hours, morning spent,
Foretold the day we wed.
The stars beyond the bright blue sky,
Soon after blessed our bed.

A daughter so well dreamt upon,
A vision inspiration,
A daughter’s name
In Irish means
Our first-born’s name is
Aislyn!

Three years in the future then,
With rising Morning Star,
A second daughter,
With Irish name,
Here comes Dancing Danika!

Which brings us to our present now,
A gateway to our future.

Hand in hand, through the door,
Are strangers Nevermore!
By Marty R. Woodcock