Willful Child Poem by Steve Howard

Willful Child



And I shall be that willful child,
who does not wish the end of day.
Who willful lingers in the twilight,
and pleads one minute more to stay.
And I shall be that willful child,
who, when at last is called away,
will turn briefly at the threshold,
one willful minute more to stay;
in hopes to see the stars come out,
or watch the fireflies play.

Tuesday, April 28, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: nostalgia
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Steve Howard

Steve Howard

North Carolina. USA
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