A Poem - Off the Top of my Head

Another Good Day?

If I were tip-toeing through the garden

And the trees were whispering in my ear

I'd stop to dance and twirl in the sunlight

And wish for fairies in the air.

I'm not such a poet that I always need to rhyme.

Sometimes I feel my heart soar with joy.

At moments I cry when the world floods around me,

And I wish for the garden of fluttery friends

To start me dancing once again.

I am merely a child

In my heart, with years of woe.

I am mature in ways 

That only He can know.

And here I am, wishing

With my coin in hand.

Must I tip-toe tomorrow

Or will moments be passed

Swimming through it all?