contains some of my present and past poetry. |
April fools’ day This happened when we were green behind the ears Our life’s experience scanned only nine or ten years. Dad called us from his room upstairs All three of us skipped up from downstairs. “come on kiddos!” he called out to us. “I have news before you leave by bus." We jumped up to his master bed Which he got after being wed. We looked up to his handsome face The frown is gone, a smile in place You see, he is not a man of words Yet we know he has a heart of gold. “Ice cream is cooking in the kitchen” He said in a casual tone we believed in. So we ran to the stove without second thoughts Laughed and realized that ice cream cooks not. We were made wise on that fools' day Dad’s gone but some memories stay. Dropnote ▼ |