Climbing Up The Golden Stair..Final Version. Poem by Shaun Cronick
Climbing Up The Golden Stair..Final Version.
A little boy while at play,
Counted on a high stairway.
Now so sleepy he did sway,
At the closing of the day.
His loving mother rests in heaven,
As he climbed to number seven.
Then he slowly raised his head,
The following words he gently said...
I'm climbing up the golden stair,
Climbing, climbing in the air.
Because my mother waits there,
In her little rocking chair.
She will play and she will sing,
And her love to me she'll bring.
I will hug her way up there,
Climbing up the golden stair.
She will play and she will sing, And her love to me she'll bring. I will hug her way up there, Climbing up the golden stair. in her rocking chair, she waits for you...... lovely sentiments with poetic excellence. tony
Also Tony please forgive my latter comment's atrocious and infamous spelling of the word appreciated. When I wrote that, Mr Sandman must have been softly whispering in my ear. Thanks again and take care.
Thank you Tony for your always apricated and welcome comments. I'm glad a great world-class poet as you enjoyed reading it. Thanks again and take care good Tony.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Tony just to let you know there are a few versions of this poem with differences to make it flow and beat better, To reach this final version. Thanks again and take care.