Orlando Belo

Gold Star - 14,930 Points (Derby, England)

Traits - Poem by Orlando Belo

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

When you speak your mind
I hear an echo of your dad,
and when you get annoyed,
it's your dad 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 is a strange one,
I don't know who he looks like,
but he does talk with a stutter,
just like the postman Mr Pike.

Topic(s) of this poem: life

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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 21, 2016

Poem Edited: Monday, November 21, 2016

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