Little Loel
February 2, 2008

Little Loel labored life.

She enjoyed it well enough.

There wasn't time for strife;

She did it in a safety cuff:

It seemed the right feature.

Little girls should have it.

A lovely, petite creature.

She would never quit.

Loel was quiet and shy,

She was loud and outgoing,

She was a voice and a sigh.

This was her daily showing.

Ice cream was her favorite treat,

Though she liked casserole on her plate.

Each meal was well to greet,

But somthing sweet was never late.

Her thrill was outstanding,

Her love, all simple but fated,

So her days were demanding

Time clipped and grated.

She played jacks with Gee,

She phones Adriana,

Roughhoused with Tony,

Told jokes to Sonja.

Her mother glowed,

Her father gleamed,

Family and friends she told

'I love you,' she beamed.

All this simple life of living

Should've refused a rim.

Love trickles her water, giving

Strength of a tree's limb.

She is granted a small clock,

And a tickle in her throat.

Time to leave dock;

Sail the skies in a little glow-boat.

© 2008 Jarrod C. Lacy