Little feet pitter-patter through the leaves
on a winter's afternoon in the park.
We didn't want to take you but
you persisted, crying and
I always did find it hard to
ignore your sweet little tears,
Walking down, the three of us
holding hangs and singing
over the swishing of leaves
and rattling of plastic bottles in the wind,
Can't really describe the feeling
that washed over me
as I looked over at you and
your mother at that moment,
Her looking so pretty and
you so innocent
like looking at an embodiment
of all the things I wish the world could be.
A contest entry
- Men Only by Amera.
2000 points, ended November 3, 2008, 12 entries
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Comments
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This is adorable and so fitting for my contest. I could just hear the "pitter-patter" that you paint and it made me smile. You have the heart of a poet and I feel so very honored.
Love,
Amera♥
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