There was a little curly girl
Her name was Isabella,
Her sister Lily liked to twirl
In circles with umbrellas.
All day long the sisters two,
would dance and sing and hoola hoo.
And in the evening when they waned,
They gently rested heads again.
Until the hours ticked & tocked,
and moved around the steadfast clock.
To bring the morning back again,
Where all their play things wait; and feign
That in the hours quiet at night,
They rest like all the children tight.
Yet truth be told they play with glee,
Whilst people sleep indulgently.
So once again the day begins
With Isabella’s charm
Whilst Lily lays and waits in bed
And calls her mum! Alarm.
It rings out loud till mum responds,
And all around assume a bond.
Of children’s power to touch the heart,
And hand the day a pleasant start.
When truly tired a mother’s arms,
Are lightened by her babies’ charms.
To keep on with a joyful cheer,
Which carries through another year.
They pass & pass & pass on by,
Till soon an adult’s standing nigh.
And in that place the child once sat,
Is now a lovely little cat!
© Karen Scott 2012