Rose tinted lenses
Seed planted in the mother’s womb, tiny baby, grows up to soon.
First smile, first steps, first chuckle, down she falls as her little legs
buckle. Up again and running wild,
mother Mary’s baby, precious child.
In the classroom now, she’s growing day by day. Jumping stepping stones of life, learning all
it has to offer. Sometimes she thinks why
I bother. But now she grasps the hand of
a friend, whom leads her gently through life’s bends.
Another class room now, she wonders, staring out at
the world through Rose tinted lenses, in a class of her own. Strong and bold,
many stories she’s been told!
Losing direction now in life, it’s a struggle and all
seems such a muddle. But the Rose tinted
lenses go back on and she carries on listening to her song.
Feisty fight has got her there, to this place of such
compare. Striving to dress the best complicates
life. Is this a test?
Rising up above it all, now she stands so very
tall. Helping others along the path of
life, she found her purpose and what is right.
It’s not about who’s got what, it’s all a bigger picture, which ends the
plot. So lessons learned, she carries on
gazing through her Rose tinted lenses; she now sings her song……