Ted Sheridan

Mums The Word - Poem by Ted Sheridan

My wife and I went to the nursery to look at the many mums
Even though she claims to dislike them all
Almost as much as begonias
But mums are to fall what pansies are to winter
Yellow and rusty red varieties
Some were pushing strollers with twins
And some were carrying them within
Some were wilted by an Indian summer’s sun
But most were begging for us to take them home

Comments about Mums The Word by Ted Sheridan

  • (10/1/2007 12:59:00 PM)

    Ted in pensive mood finding metaphoric sustenance in humanities flower-beds. Maternity is indeed the word my friend! Rgds, Ivan (Report)Reply

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  • Ray Lucero (10/1/2007 11:32:00 AM)

    A good write from a bright mind...
    I love the non-political side of you my friend,
    I suspect you might say the same to me.; -)

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  • Elysabeth Faslund (10/1/2007 11:20:00 AM)

    Oh Good! ! Short, simple(not all that simple!) , and lovely-to-the-point! A flair for surprise you have, Ted! ! (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, October 1, 2007

Poem Edited: Tuesday, April 12, 2011

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