caramel covered
lips and fingers
printed on his pajamas shirt
pieces of a Sunday breakfast
a chocolate flavoured drop
on the middle of his chin
a sign of sweet treat
escaped from his pancake
through the trees
the first sun rays shine
in his eyes
the colour of a perfect morning
Author notes
Time goes by fast, but never fades good memories
In a list
A contest entry
- Early in the Morning by Utok Bulinaw.
450 points, ended November 16, 2007, 13 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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and lucky you...one of each, a boy and a girl
He's beautiful, too, Mari
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Thanks!
Tom is up now
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This is great, those moments are etched forever aren't they, Congrats on the Gold Trophy, it was well deserved.
Now go clean your room.
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Thank you! Man, don't talk about cleaning, I keep looking to the ceiling just to avoid to see the mess around
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EXCELLENT
Feel like I am there.
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Wow, I've got to suspect that time sweetens the flavor of the memories.... First thoughts include dirty laundry and the inquisition as to exactly which piece of living room furniture bears the matching handprints... I guess time makes sticky sweet... I suppose retrospectivity is something to look forward to and all's well that comes out in the laundry. Vivid imagery and touching sentiment.
Rainbows,
~RJ~
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There's gold in them thar hills.
Congratulations madam.
Some lovely comments by people here...will miracles never cease.
Now write one about Leander gulping down a big bowl of cheerios.
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Lovely! Children live so intensely in the moment, I think they better savor each one, without worrying about what tomorrow may hold. You share the eyes of a parent enjoying the savor with the child more than worrying about cleanup Congrats on the gold! "f
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I don't have a child yet and yes, it would be lovely to have one. But still, I can relate to this as the child and how my relationship with my parents changes through the years. All parents share the same fear - the reality of their children growing up. But then, all you can do is cherish the moments like this, the simple pleasure like watching your child's smile in his messy face. Some mothers may not know it, but kids treasure those precious moments too and stays in their mind for always. Thank you for this entry. This made me miss my Mama and Papa.
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The colour of a perfect morning... what a most beautiful poem you have written here dear mommer
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It's about me! lol
Yes time does fly indeed. He's now 18 and chasing girls, well, one girl. Kids are really selfish, and it's understandable but they just don't understand what parents have been through, the memories. Of course they'll know someday, when their kids act selfish to them.
Ok, you'll call me a name here (and you know the name) but it's sad. Sad in that time passes and with it, that wistful feeling that it can never be that way again. So yes, there is sadness and if you had my massive brain you'd see that too.
I'm ____ now. (you know what goes there.
It's beautiful.
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wonderful imagery here, such common things, and these are the moments that mean so much, the pieces of our lives that define us and stay with us... wonderful poetry here...PK
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