Climbing Up The Golden Stair Poem by Shaun Cronick
Climbing Up The Golden Stair
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 so slowly lifted his head,
The following words he gently said...
I'm climbing up the golden stair,
Climbing, climbing in the air.
Because my mother's waiting 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.
Copyright Shaun Cronick.2020.All Rights Reserved.
Beautiful pem Shaun. And your head is filled with the same thoughts as mine when I posted 'On A Lullaby' just now.
Thank you for your kind and gracious comment Paul and I will read and comment your poem On A Lullaby I like the sound of it already. Thank you again Paul and may God Bless and Keep you. Take care.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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8/12/2025 1:05:39 PM # 1.0.0
Such a touching, beautiful piece Shaun! This really reaches in and grabs the readers heart..I love it! Thank you so much for this tender piece of poetry. Lodigiana xx
thank you Lodigiana for your heart-felt comment. What more can I say I'm so pleased you enjoyed it, for you good Lodigiana write poems that resonance and awaken my heart. And simply take care.