Orlando Belo

Freshman - 531 Points (Derby, England)

Traits - Poem by Orlando Belo

When I see your mother,
I see her in you.
You share the same eyes,
you laugh the same too.

When you speak your mind
I hear an echo of your dad,
and when you get annoyed,
it's him getting mad.

I feel sorry for our daughter,
she looks a lot like me,
but she already swears like you,
not bad for the age of three.

My son, now he's a strange one,
I don't know who he looks like,
but he does talk with a stutter,
just like the postman Mr Pike.


Comments about Traits by Orlando Belo

  • Gold Star - 34,112 Points Gajanan Mishra (4/2/2013 2:07:00 AM)

    good write, I enjoyed it. thanks. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 2, 2013



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