小詩的小詩

剛整理好女兒的詩集，挑幾首拿得出手的來現眼。


Working with your friend 

I know it is hard,
But I need to do it.

I wished I could take a break.
But I had to admit.

When we were friends we had fun.
Then we fought in heart-broken veins.

I worked at a different place.
But then came back face to face.

We together work hard,
with a smiling face.
Together we never go apart.

7歲，跟她的閨蜜Best Friend分分合合忒糾結，沒少流眼淚，我們勸她說既然Kim那麽不懂得珍惜你，就別跟她玩了。但是她舍不得，等人家一回來找她，又乖乖地成人家的Best Friend了，看來以後她的愛情路也坎坷得很哪。

Books

I like to read books.
I don’t care how it looks.

It might be flat,
It might be fat.

It might take me somewhere,
That I am not prepared.

I like to read stories,
All waiting for me.

I like to read stories about cats,
And magazines about mats.

I hope you learn how to read.
It’s easy like planting a seed.

7歲，喜歡看書了。實話，我們真的沒逼她，就是三四歲的時候每天晚上跟她讀一本故事書而已，但是我發現了一個小秘訣，那時候為應付差事，讀得挺不起勁的，聲調低沉，頻率單調，為的是讓她早早閉眼睡覺，或者不耐煩了把俺撤職。可能這樣倒逼她早早學會自己看書，不用再受老爸的折磨。

You and I see

Once you saw a rose grow,
It was high now low.

Didn’t notice a birdie could fly
now it’s in the blue sky.

I saw a snake go,
Watched a duck get low.

You weren’t seeing
That I was being.

Know that God’s glory is here.
There is nothing to fear.

You and I have memories,
That don’t fade easily.

8歲，明白凡事都在運動中變化的道理了。唯一不變的，是印在自己腦海裏的記憶。

Dreams 

When there is a nightmare,
You wake up and stare.

Can’t go back sleep,
But to count sheep.

Still can’t go back,
Get up and pack.

You fall awake,
A necklace to make.

Can’t go at your pace?
Have a little race.

SNAP! It is lightning.
Out is pouring.

Still can’t sleep?
Go on, count sheep.

8歲，漫漫無眠長夜懂得自己做手工數綿羊，雷電交加也不用再找爸媽抱抱睡覺了，我們從很小的時候就把孩子分到她自己的房間睡覺，如今看來真是明智之舉。

Feeling

Sometimes I feel,
Like iron steel,

Sometimes I feel 
Like banana peel.

Steel is for strong,
Peel is for thrown along.

Feel like championship,
Feel like no friendship.

Everyone can feel
But not like a banana peel

9歲，慚愧，我到初中才知道啥叫自卑，女兒八歲那年就Crash上了一個男孩，每天就照鏡子從自己臉上找毛病，過了半年，相思病好了，問她怎麽不聽她念叨Daniel了，她說：eel!!! boys are nasty!

Summer Nights 

Days are bright,
and nights are long.
But everything still ----
composing a song,

Use all their might
to pursue a note.
Birds and people,Cricket and moles.

But in a distance,I’ll be listening in a boat,
On a peaceful river,
eyes closed…

Letting notes float,
around and around,
wherever the river goes.

9歲，仲夏夜之歌，開始發揮想象了，小小年紀就有遁世之兆。叨她的光，貼一首她老爸同期舊作，

十八月色九分光，疏影東籬有異香。

佇步蟲鳴交響樂，隨風葉落譜華章。

感秋霜鬢搔知短，迴夢歧途跑見長。

頓悟樽前非過客，心安樂處是家鄉。

啥叫心有靈犀呢？啥叫不是一家人不進一家門？嗬嗬。


I wish for a day

I wish for a day,
that will forever stay.
a day that is glad,
a day not at all sad.

I hope for a day,
that will always stay.
a day with true dreams,
a day with real meanings.

I will make this day appear,
that will never disappear.
a day with juicy, fruit, food,
a day that will give fresh mood.

I wish for that day
that I can thrive,
I am waiting…
for this day to arrive.

10歲，會用排比句了，詩藝又進一步



A Day Visit

The Sunny rays show.
The soft breezes blow.

The clouds move left to right.
The green leaves take flight.

The sky is light blue.
And the water is gleaming too.

All this I can see,
and feel it around me.

But all this I cannot take,
for it belongs to the lake.


10歲，今年九月中秋平湖秋釣的時候寫的，知道環保，美國小學教育還是很成功的。東馬神山（Mt. Kinabalu)上有標語曰：”take nothing but pictures, leave nothing but footprints"， 適合所有國人自勉。又叨光貼一首她老爸同期之作：

《臨江仙》-中秋前夕遊藍妮兒湖

閑渡浮生酣睡晏，喜窺樹影猶東。忽發奇想釣秋風，忙翻賢內助，樂煞小頑童。

車過商城肩碰踵，平湖偏少遊蹤。輕竿一甩箭離弓，並肩壁上坐，心印與天融。