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little ones once

Hand mittened by your brothers’ palm,
alley paths familiar to utility trucks,
traversed by children in a simpler time.
Little ones once moved through
space without hovered protections,
where the future was not yet the present.
Lost, not forgotten, I am here again to
dress you in pinafores, tie bows in your hair
kiss your cheek, pat your behind and
rush you off to chalkboards
improbably named Gooch.



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  • JinSays gold member
    November 11, 2008

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    Little ones once moved through
    space without hovered protections,
    where the future was not yet the present.

    Lost, not forgotten, I am here again to
    dress you in pinafores, tie bows in your hair
    kiss your cheek, pat your behind

    Now, why does that last line not surprise me in the least, in your writing.
    This is a softer side to you, oh Runeman.
    Excellent take from the prompt.
    Congratulations on another shiny trophy sticker.
    jin


    • runewalker
      November 11, 2008
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      Oh don't be impressed with the HM. Jax is just kind and gave everyone who entered at least a consolation prize. No real talent in this one.

      But thank you for your kindness in turn Jin.

      this is a snapshot of a friend's path that was diverted by jaggedness.


  • kiwigirljacks gold member
    October 24, 2008

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    This gave me a giggle for some reason lol.. a returning to simpler times, where love was innocent and fresh... ah, I sometimes wish life was that simple once again. Fascinating take on the poem prompt.