I've wondered for a long long time
how parents know the things they do.
Like when their child commits a crime
so small they thought that no one knew.
So I thought one day I'd find it out
I broke and hid her favorite vase
I watched her searching all about
when a small smile spread accross her face.
I knew then that she'd discovered me
but she didn't look my way.
Instead stared out at the big oak tree
and watched the branches sway.
I stared right along with her
and saw the strangest thing
two tiny winged things there were
and a flowered crown of spring.
So when she came to my room later
and asked me where it was
I heard the birds outside chatter
and I told her without pause
And ever since then I believe
the little birds do tell her things
I hope now that they never leave
someday they'll watch my own younglings.
Author notes
Written April 19th, 2004
In a list
A contest entry
- ~*~One Hour Contest #4~*~ by Onyx Dragon.
300 points, ended April 19, 2004, 7 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Ohhhh... so that's how it works, no wonder my mum knew things I knew she simply couldn't. Thanks for informing me.
This was a fantastic piece, you manage to capture me, with your opening on both this piece and the last I read, and I can't help but enjoy.
Thanks
Karen -
Amazing!
ooooo that was so cute! it had something different! i loved the way you were telling the story, and just the whole idea was adorable! well, i really liked this, good job again!
~always,
chelsea -
This is really great! I wrote one in this contest but I wailed it out in 5 minutes and it was really sucky! LOL I like yours! Great write!
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I have awarm smile painted aross the canvas of my heart. There is such child imagined whimsy in this poem. It touched my inner child in a very happy way. I could feel myself as both parent and child in your words and images. You touched my light. Thank you. I loved the flow and the way you told a story. The images were sweet, as they should be, and the rythm was gentle. Great job.
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This was a very enchanting story, I loved it
So very creative!!! Thank you for entering! Goodluck 
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Wow wonderful. i would never thave put such a connotaion on that picture. It is a lovely poem and i a sure fire explantion for how my Mom laways caught me when i was upto mischief
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