My three year old son has down syndrome, coloboma (iris and retina) and
two holes in his heart. I'm told he may need the holes closed by the
start of summer if not before then.

This is a poem written from a child's perspective of what a rainy day is
all about. My intent was to remind readers to STOP and smell the flowers
in this busy world we live in.

Trickling streams flow down the pane,
Pouring, slowing, dancing rain,
Tip toeing in joyous harmony...
Tapping out vaudeville melody.

Glorious drops, escalating tune,
Lively miracles birthing soon,
Flowers forming below streams,
Rainbows in a child's dreams.

Puddles explode, toddlers play,
Stomping, giggling, rainy day
Melancholy moms sip tea,
Unaware what beauty be.

Stop! Listen! Feel the storm,
Brilliant miracles being born,
Life exploding beyond a pane,
Pouring, slowing, dancing rain.

Great!! I love poety that rhymes; hate poetry that don't except it is
the Psalms.

Prayers 4 U son!!!!!!1

Thank you so much grieving! I tend to like poems that rhyme too... I
think it goes back to the "Cat in the Hat" days. LOL

This is one of my favorites.

I like this one. Very enjoyable read.

Very nice

I love the flowers! I guess I can't do that since I'm not a gold
member... oh well here is flowers to everyone who reads my post.. * * *
* *

WOW Amazing poem


Bravo !!!!!!!!!!!!!

Very sweet nothing better than seeing through a childs
eyes