A Father's Pride Poem by james watkin

A Father's Pride



Under a needy sky, of sun bereft
A daffodil bulb
For each hole.
Each as Spring's little helper;
Mushrooming up out former
Elf and troll!

Comic to see them take to their tasks
Stone-faced piousness;
Then to shout!
With slush-slush can, toddling up
One's puddle-making tears' pride
That spills out!

Saturday, June 29, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: spring,children
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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