Beneath the stars at night
My children tell many a tale
Will you listen and not laugh
While they tell stories of much delight
Mom and dad are not so frail
Can the children laugh and laugh
To the many sounds of the nights so right.
Beneath the stars at night, at night
I hear my children’s laughter, laughter
They are telling whimsical stories
Of gothic, fantasy, oh what does it matter?
I just love to hear them talk
For if they were quiet my heart would quiver.
Beneath the stars at night, at night
This I feel is the best of times, of times
My love for my children is quite a delight, delight
They keep my spirits a glowing feeling
Of purest whimsical wind chimes.
Written: June 16,2014
Melody Thomas
Feeling the best of time beneath the stars at night is very interesting in imagery shared here. Nicely expressed poem shared here definitely....10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The beauty of poetry is in its articulation, insight, and conviction. A well articulated piece of poetry, nicely penned from heart. Lovely narrative poem bristling with motherly love. Thanks for sharing Melody.