Something Special...The Invitation

For some children come with ease for others the journey is a little harder. This post is dedicated to all those who dream of children. It is from this place that Timba and Lula were born.

The Invitation

You have not arrived yet and I do not know your name

But from somewhere deep inside me these words suddenly came

I wanted to write a special poem just to let you know

That it does not matter when you arrive I will love you from head to toe

I think that you know me, are watching me from afar

Waiting for that special moment to show me who you are

You probably know more now than you will when you arrive

For it seems when we are born on earth it’s into the deep-end we dive

But that is where I come in, the importance of my job

To lead you through life’s ups and downs, each laugh and every sob

For sometimes the world seems like a cruel and heartless place

An endless struggle for most of the human race

But somewhere in the middle from the lion to the dove

The world is filled with a priceless warmth that we call love

So come down and visit, I promise we will give it our all

For waiting to protect us both is your father so strong and tall

This is my formal invitation, my stamped and sealed request

            And finally, a promise that we will do our best

Timba's Flying Dream

It was morning, time to get out of bed.
Lula giggled when Timba said...
“Lula, my friend, I dreamt I could fly,
fly like a bird up in the sky.”

“What could you see?” she asked her bear.
“What was it like up in the air?”
Timba thought, head to one side,
remembering the details of his night-time ride:

“A little cold with wind racing through my fur.
At first my eyes were a bit of a blur,
but I dreamt up some goggles - you can do that in a dream;
In fact, if I‘d wanted I could have eaten ice-cream;
but I didn”t do that!  Imagine the mess
of a flying bear covered in creaminess.

“I  flew over mountains and swooped down on a lake.
The snow on the mountain looked like an iced cake.
There were birds, butterflies and busy bees
each with wings flapping and fluttering in the breeze.

“I was so pleased to be a part of the sky
but other  flying creatures had to ask why.
‘Why is a bear not safely on ground  -
Because that’s where bears are usually found?’ ”

”But, Timba, you are no ordinary bear.
You and I are an interesting pair.
We were created with love, made from memories of joy
by an old woman who wanted a toy.

“First she made you, then decided on me,
with a baby blanket tummy for everyone to see.”
Lula, still standing next to Timba’s bed,
was imagining her friend and all that he’d said.

 “Next time, Timba, when you have a flying dream,
Please call me up and we’ll fly as a team.”
So, even though a new day had just begun,
sharing Timba’s dream of night-flying had been fun.