Friday, 25 October 2013

Special Day

Your Mommy came and her friend,
and between them two Great Danes,
that jumped and played in water sprayed
from the hose on that hot summer day.

And the ladies came from the barn
who knew the story, they came for you,
bringing bags of cars and games.
Watching quietly your joy so fragile.

And the neighbor came who you knew
from asking candy at the store.
She brought water balloons we threw
but they wouldn't break, try as we might.

And the mess was great and it was late
when everyone left, I fell in your pool,
and you settled on me, your back relaxed
released the tension of your fourth birthday.

10 comments:

  1. oh.... How wonderfully sweet...the images it conjures are so lovely!

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  2. Lovely! And fun! Thank you for sharing it with us.

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    1. Thanks for enjoying it and saying so

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  3. I enjoyed this poem for its sharp imagery and that neat internal rhyme that occurred now and then as this poignant story unfolded. No matter how the words dance, there's always a subtext, here, a sense of loss. A fine poem.

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    1. Thanks Beth. I love your comment. It is what I wished to do in the poem.

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  4. I found this to be a clever poem... one of layers and images. :)

    http://shahscribbles.wordpress.com/2013/10/25/octpowrimo-2013-new-year-expectations-poem/

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  5. I love fragility and mystery of the images.

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