How wonderful it is
to smell the dew;
rise each day
from a bed
made for two.
How wonderful it is
to watch
them play;
see them grow
in every-way.
The sweet
pitter patter
of tiny feet,
Tapping
out a
rhythmic beat
reminds me ...
how lucky I am.
A contest entry
- Unto Everything Give Thanks: by Randomly Beautiful.
700 points, ended November 29, 2008, 7 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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A beautiful piece, and well deserving of the gold. Well penned!
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thank you
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Something to be thankful for indeed.
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thanks for gold
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