Buttercup Poem by Elisabeth Wingle
Buttercup
My father was alwaysquick with a smile.
His happiness camefrom within.
Often he'd pluck, sweet buttercup
And hold it under my chin.
' Do you like butter? He'd say to me.
With a twinkle in his eye!
I would look down and kick the ground,
For I was rather shy.
Then from under my skin,
I would feel it begin
A warm glow spreading
From under my chin!
YES! I like butter!
'Do you like butter'?
'd say to me
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i'm sure i've read and left a comment! i still like it, but i don't see any previous comment; perhaps there is a comment thief amongst us? ? :) bri to MyPoemList (i think for the second time)
A nice poetic imagination, Elisabeth. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks
Often he'd pluck, sweet buttercup And hold it under my chin. ' Do you like butter? such fine memories...... so nice. thank yu dear poetess.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/5/2024 8:08:50 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I too, (like Bri) thought I had left a comment on this poem before. In any case, it is a delightful poem. I love it!