Stomping about the house
in tempers tirade
fuming
my little one cowers
in the corner
a muted observer
too terrified
to ask his usual question...
why?
He works it out for himself
amongst his toys,
my words, my actions...
I watch, silenced, in regret,
at my son's play back time.
Author notes
Prompt: Play Back
A contest entry
- Quickie--Word prompt by Purush.
450 points, ended May 5, 2008, 15 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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All the best
very interestingly taken up,worded
fully with joy and delight of a parent
All the best in my contest
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