Blessed Mother, May I?
Called in the midst
of copious play
to draw stick pictures
in the clay.
To share among the masses
a jar of strained peas,
another of carrots.
Then turn the Happy Meals
on their sides - choking sized toys
be scattered.
So much
for a child prodigy
to do.
2010© Michael A. Wells
13 comments:
Bravo! Love the ending.
Brilliant take on the photo!!!
nice Magpie. Merry Christmas
to draw stick pictures
in the clay
And we still look the same...
The poem is so very creative! But I especially love the respectful request as the title!
Very enjoyable post...
vivid imaginations...
beautiful ending..
great magpie.
Stellar piece, Michael. I love the childhood game the title suggests, as well. Brilliant.
What a great Magpie!
a picture
Great closing lines!
Great write...love your take...bkm
interesting take on the photo
enjoyed the reading of it
Merry Christmas
The joy of play interrupted by the demands of adults: bursting bubbles. I certainly don't envy the kid. The worst part of childhood is all the growing up to be done.
Thank you for a a very interesting read.
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