You, oh you, are a teacher of many things
For your outpouring of words
Heal, give confirmation and create
Bringing gifts and tidings
It's called Fate
Decorating with rich, loving praise
Instilling confidence in dry parched lands
Comparative to a much loved teacher
From years past
Who once knocked some sense
Into a commoner's imaginative dreams
Only to pull out and bring to life
More belief in life and self
A child's romance of Hope was born and enhanced
Imaginary and real
Sometimes one and the same
For faith is but a mustard seed
Of the evidence of things unseen
Hope became my companionable eyes
By Believing in her and I in Her
She never gave up
Always built up
Pouring into my once empty cup
Poor
To Overflowing
Hardly sifting, shaking up
Or taking away
For only discerning instructions remain
Uh huh, she was alot like You!
Santa's helper, in so many ways
Kinda like an Angel
Bestowing good faith
Yes, ๐
helper, Elf...
Gave me the special magic gift
Needed in every season
A wonderful free gift
...to Believe in yourself
Believing in your gifts is...๐ a gift
For every beautiful, imaginitive thought
And every lovely, creative written reason
Tis the Season to be the One
For giving compliments and receiving some! ! !
-Dedicated once again to an angelic ๐ผ
Heart of Encouragementโฃ
An Elf of selflessness
Santa's lil' helper
In poem time inspirational praises
Poetess: ๐ผ Sandra Feldman
I want to apologize to anyone who may have read this poem with an inappropriate picture attached when first published...and the oversight. I was not aware that the pic I had chosen had words attached. Thank you! Gio
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poetry, Can create emotions Like nothing else can, Here, musical harps are playing And your words sing, angelical tunes. What a magnificent creation! How to thank you for this Undeserved and ethereal marvel It's not easy Because, words Can never be enough! This is the most touching and beautiful gift I have ever received! Eternal love and gratitude, dear Gio.
Sandra, as sure as poetic harps are playing angelic tunes, my words are also singing praises to you! Thank you! I like the term, magnificent creation! Oh, this Is well deserved (wow! ethereal marvel) your words and friendship are welcome friends. So glad I could do something more than ordinary. Means allot that you were touched. Same beautiful gifts back of eternal gratitude and love, Sandra. Truly blessed! Gio