Bonnie

This has been a recent poem published by my friend, Ian @ Multiply and I found it very interesting so I'm forwarding it here to share with you. Hope you will like it too!
eNjOy! Have a pleasant day!

Graceful movement down the aisle,
Father’s pride and Mother’s joy,
On her lips the bridal smile,
Dazzles now the waiting boy.

Father grasps her tighter still,
Loathe is he to lose his girl,
Dove chirps on the window sill,
Waits to see the veil unfurl.

Mother sobs with silent tear,
Joy and sadness mingled there,
Sobered with a silent fear
,Wonders how the loss she’ll bear.

Long ago the baby born,
Mother’s joy and Father’s pride,
Now from Mother’s side she’s torn,
Baby girl now radiant bride.

Quickly all those years passed by,
Memories steeped in family love,
Bonnie catches Mother’s eye,
Glancing back to boy above.

Boy advances ramrod straight,
Takes his bride from Father’s arm,
Look of love for his soul mate,
Couple’s love the parent’s balm.

Both of them have said “I do”
Now they’re married man and wife,
Parents greet the happy two,
Wish them joy and peace in life.

“© Ian Grice 2010 all rights reserved”

Our Bird Friends

"This poem is about the interaction of birds and animals we see every day from the family room window." Ian Grice
Lorikeets from feeders look,
Neighbour’s cat lurks nearby tree,
Loves his secret shady nook,
Watching birds and watching me.
Raven sitting on the fence,
Cocks his head from side to side,
Arching wings in quick defence,
Calls his mate come sit beside.
Magpie searching on the lawn,
Cool where insects love to play,
He’ll check out the stands of corn,
Chuckling on this sunny day.
Pigeons cooing on the ground,
Grateful for the seeds that fell,
Listening for a danger sound,
Cat’s around and they can tell.
Wagtail takes his daily swim,
In the birdbath on the path,
Watch him on the water skim,
Antics make the children laugh.
Parrots flying overhead,
Shout their blessings as they go,
They look rather overfed,
Proudly let their plumage show.
Neighbour’s dog now watching cat,
Loudly barks to let all know,
Cat retreats from where she sat,
Birds watch their departing foe.
Lorikeets now screech their cry,
Seeds in feeder running low,
Mocking as the cat runs by,
Glad to see this hunter go.
Then when sunset shows its face,
All will find their night retreat,
Waiting morning sun to grace,
They’ll return the day to greet.

A Poem by Ian Grice © 2008 ( published at Y!360 dated Sept. 4th, 2008 )