The Bosom of My Family
In the bosom of my family
I grew stronger.
From that first moment
When I was born.
With strong hands they held mine
Throughout childhood years.
Swinging me gently
Through each new dawn.
With soft arms they caught me
When life brought hard tears.
Caring and comforting me
Back to norm.
Now that we are scattered
Some farther, some nearer.
Their love travels miles
Keeping me warm.
To the bosom of my family
Often I have fled.
They fed me and clothed me
With love they enfold me.
In the bosom of my family
I have always found shelter.
From worries and fears
And life’s many storms.
So I might grow strong again.
Find wings and take flight.
On my own path.
But never straying far.
From the bosom of my family!!
Ciya
July 5, 2005
August 2nd, 2005 at 8:50 pm I like bosoms too!
August 2nd, 2005 at 9:27 pm Funny MaD BULL. Do you remember the nursery rhyme from the below post. Imagine Seven says she has never heard it before.
August 2nd, 2005 at 9:28 pm Actually, your comment made me chuckle! Sounds very much like Sixty Five.
August 4th, 2005 at 6:25 am Yup, I do remember the nursery rhyme! On the same bosom issue, Natty told me yesterday that a man called the HR dept. at her bank and complained that on Friday last (Fridays are dress down days) he visited a teller and because her neckline was so plunging, he could actually see her breast! I told Natty that he must be gay, because even christian men would have been more appreciative rather than castigative over an incident like that. What do you think?