It is a child’s right
To sleep
With abandon,
Perfectly sure of
Infinite
Tomorrows.
It is a parent’s right
To gaze upon
A soft sleeping face,
Caress it, kiss it,
To breath in
The musky perfume
Of sweat,
And hills of glorious earth.
A voyeur onto
Infinite
Tomorrows
A contest entry
- For Parents:) by Dancing the Rumba.
300 points, ended December 7, 2007, 3 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
Comments
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This is very sweet! It really took me into your world as you wrote it- and it is full of feeling. I love this part-
Perfectly sure of
Infinite
tomorrows
Good luck!
Vivien

