Cindy

Cindy is a little girl
With a smile as big as the world
She will set with a smile
And clap her little hands
But, Cindy’s big smile
Will turn into a frown
When you pick her up and
set her down.
She is spoiled we all agree.
But still so sweet and tender
Cindy means the world to me.

Gift From Heaven

It was a warm night in August
That a little dream came true.
She was a gift from heaven
Out little Cindy Lu.
Little Cindy is a spoiled little girl
Her mother often tells.
She loves her mother dearly
That is why she yells.
Her grandmother says not to spoil
To us she always tells.
But the kid has spoiled the grandpa
And the grandma as well.

Cindy on a Horse

Across the blue horizon
From the mountains so blue,
Came a horse on a trot
It was our little Cindy Lu
On a horse with polka dots

 As she approached her mommy
It was plain to see
That Cindy thought she was
A little cattle queen.

No other horse could follow
The tracks that were made
With a horse as fast as lighting
And a girl about the same.

As the sun was setting in the west
With our eyes we could see
A polka dot horse
And our little Cindy

Now the day has ended
And in her bed asleep
She dreams of the roundup
On which she had been.

Cindy's Shoes

There are little coats
And caps and mittens
Around the house these days
There are little dresses
And gowns and shirts
For which daddy has to pay
But somehow of the things there are
That little Cindy uses,
I seem to notice most of all
Her little soft sole shoes.

I see them every night
There on the dresser
On top of her pile of clothes
Like little boats riding waves
A pleasant sea wind blows
Yet, not boats out on the deep
For in the toes
There winks at me quite big holes
Which would make them fill
With water and sink

I pick them up and look
I turn them up and down
These little shoes of white
With soles so soft and gray
Much nearer they are to me
Than anything she wears
They seem to so mesmerize
my thoughts
And stop me from my work.

I wonder why they lure me so?
What powers do they possess
To make a man like me
Stand and dream?
I cannot even guess
But somehow of the things she has
That little babies use
I love and cherish most of all
Cindy’s little shoes.
                                 By Gary Wyckoff

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