Poem -
Climbing Up The Golden Stair
A little boy while at play,
Counted on a high stairway.
Now so sleepy he did sway,
At the closing of the day.
His loving mother rests in heaven,
As he climbed to number seven.
Then he slowly raised his head,
The following words he gently said.
I'm climbing up the golden stair,
Climbing, climbing in the air.
For my mother's waiting there,
In her little rocking chair.
She will play and she will sing,
And her love to me she'll bring.
I will hug her way up there,
Climbing up the golden stair.
Dedicated to Pratibha
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Hey Shaun! Thank you kindly for the wonderful dedication. Such a warm. tender and loving poem between a mother and her child....full of meaning up the stairs and waiting in heaven. Like a sense of all is ok when you reach up there. Px
Pratibha an eternity filled with perfect peace, calm, solace and love for everyone to finally and deservedly enjoy.❤️
Back later tonight with The Little Forget Me Not and simply enjoy life.🤩
Just perfect! Looking fwd to the little forget me nots :) Pxx
Awwwww you lovely soul you 💕💕💕I love thisun my brilliant catchup kid 🌹💙🌹
Beautiful Shaun. There is an innocence laced within the words you wrote, from that little child’s perspective. Delicate and pure of thought. Wonderful and perfectly dedicated to a very special poet ❤️ x
wow wow wow!!!!!!!!
what wonderful poem
i love and both of you
wrote one togther
wondrful
What a sweet and beautiful write Shaun
...innocently charming. Lovely my friend x