sunday’s child suspended
in balanced dreams
is the illusion of time
made of silk threads
strong as dovetailed beams
you see in re-claimed jars
through his eyes untold
tiger striped garden spiders
beauty of captured bees
lifes’ mystery doth unfold
sunday’s child suspended
a cocoon created of time
silk threads weaving a life
unique, tempered and bold
a blended pattern that shines
Ā© December 2013
Renee Espriu
Image by Mary Corbet http://www.needlenthread.com
I have five adult children and many grandchildren but of my five, only one was born on a Sunday and my life’s love and challenge. They are all special in their own ways but Nathan is my Sunday child.


A beautiful poem dedicated to your Sunday Child Renee, sending you special thoughts as I hope you had a relaxing Christmas, Wishing you a smoother less hectic and Healthy Happy 2014 Renee,,,
Much love your way
Sue xox
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A lovely poem for Nathan!! š Happy New Year!!
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Happy New Year and so glad to see you are once again getting back to writing. š
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I’m glad too. Thank you!! š
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