The Tickle Poem by Phil Soar

The Tickle



I tickled him
he tickled me
we rolled around the floor in play
he laughed
I cried
tears of joy from deep inside
he chuckled
I laughed
his life full of fun
I swept aside
the dull, the glum
he laughed at me, this father's son.

Saturday, March 28, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: children
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