Pink Joy
Pink joy sweet smell,
Love in a nutshell
Adorable, Ezzelle.
Fortune upon us fell.
We sang lullabies, noel.
“The Farmer in the Dell”
Your fears, we did dispel.
Harvested flowers: speedwell.
Time toddled, picking bluebell.
Curiosity played in the stairwell.
Your hurts we cared for well.
School days propel.
Bosoms swell.
Rebellions quell.
Cheers yell.
Amid noble dreams, you dwell.
College! Farewell.
Time will tell.
Choose well wedding bell.
Let God within you dwell.
Love living; live well.
Grow strong, pink pastel.
Mother loves you, my sweet belle.
© May 30, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
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