Counting the hours for his silence.
She rocks him in her timbered chair.
Her sweet kisses linger on his gentle lips.
She rocks and rocks him 'till her time has passed.
She pats him with a friendly touch.
She is awaiting to get rest that night.
His eyes softly close.
She stops her pattern of shaking.
Mother puts him in his crib.
She lies herself down for her peace.
She closes her eyes calmly,
and grasps her shut eye and sleeps.
Author notes
I am a 10 year old kid,I hope you enjoy my peice!
My prompt is
Chair
A contest entry
- Pick a prompt and run with it! by silverscent.
525 points, ended March 23, 2008, 20 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Excellent
That's excellent, Life. Very enjoyable! If you don't mind the question, what are your favorite colors to wear? I once knew someone who liked to wear purple. -
That is just beatiful. I love this!
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thank you,
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Beautiful! There is such a soft, calm flow to this piece. It rolls along gently to a peaceful end. Excellently done.
I love that phrase "timbered chair."
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thanks mom,I was hoping that you'd like it
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This is nice poem
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wow
thank you very much for your comment
-longlife
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Awww, this is adorable. A mother's love and a baby's complete comfort and trust. Very well worded. Like your background too!
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yeah perfect backround,huh thanks for your coment
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