Sunday, April 3, 2011

Here is my poetic entry for today (not a reverso). Instead, this one is for my little boy.


My Sweet Thomas--

For Easter last year, I bought you a rabbit.
You carry it wherever you go.
Stuffing has slipped from the neck where you grab it.
Now its head freely flops to and fro.

When you've grown, I wonder, will you love that rabbit
With its fur gone pilly and matty?
Will you carry it about, or break that habit?
Will you been seen with a rabbit loved ratty?

2 comments:

  1. aaawwww
    YES!!!!
    Thomas will love that rabbit.. and take it to college and sneek it into his new home with his new wife and tell her the story of his rabbit after which she will excuse herself and go into the bathroom and roll her eyes... david has a ratty little dog. Did Jeff bring anything with him? tehe
    As usual, I love your poem!

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  2. No favorite cuddly toys carried over from Jeff's childhood. The trains, however, are having a room the size of my first house built over the detached garage to contain them. And only about a fifth of them were actually from his FIRST childhood. ;)

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