A wee poet

Nanna er en liten poet.. *Stolt mormor*

Og nå har hun blogg selv, – trykk på Christi i bloggoversikten min!

Nanna is a wee poet.. *Proud gramma*

And now she has her own blog, – hit Christi in my blogging list!

Sweet as … cannot think of anything this sweet!

A baby girl...one of the most beautiful miracles in life,

one of the greatest joys we can ever know,

and one of the reasons why there is

a little extra sunshine,

laughter and happiness in your world today.

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A little girl can be sweeter (and badder)

oftener than anyone else in the world.

She can jitter around, and stomp,

and make funny noises that frazzle your nerves

yet just when you open your mouth

she stands there demure

with that special look in her eyes.

A girl is Innocence playing in the mud,

Beauty standing on its head,

and Motherhood dragging a doll by the foot.

Alan Beck

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Little girls are the nicest things

that happen to people.

They are born with a little bit

of angelshine about them,

and though it wears thin sometimes

there is always enough left

to lasso your heart. . .

Alan Beck

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Little girls dance their way into your heart,

whirling on the tips of angel wings,

scattering gold dust & kisses in our paths.

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The knowingness of little girls,

is hidden underneath their curls.

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My name is NO NO but grandma calls me precious.

 

Summer by the sea…

Little Boy's Dream

To and fro, to and fro
in my little boat I go.
Sailing far across the sea.
All alone, just little me.
And the sea is big and strong
and the journey very long.

To and fro, to and fro
in my little boat I go.
Sea and sky, sea and sky,
quietly on the deck I lie,
having just a little rest.

I have really done my best
in an awful pirate fight,
but we captured them all right.
Sea and sky, sea and sky,
quietly on the deck I lie..

Far away, far away
from my home and from my play,
on a journey without end
only with the sea for friend.
And the fishes in the sea,
but they swim away from me.

Far away, far away.
From my home and from my play.
Then he cried:
O Mother, dear!

And he woke and sat upright.
They were in the rocking chair,
mother's arms
around him tight.

Katherine Mansfield

For en liten solstråle av en gutt – en bekkeblomgul shorts til vesle Benjamin Minstemann! Mønster som på Nicholas og Marcus’ sine, – tidligere lagt inn.

En bit stoff fra deres i fyret!

For a little ray of sunshine of a boy:

a Marsh Marigold yellow shorts for tiny Benjamin! Pattern as in Nicholas and Marcus’, - posted earlier.

A patch of their fabric in the lighthouse!