Friday, April 15, 2011

One

One
sturdy tree
dangling rope
smelly tire

Three
smiling faces
exhilarated laughs
hundred pushes

One
tireless father willing
to push with
his earth-moving arms

Three
short months to
leave the swing
lonely with grief

2 comments:

  1. See I was afraid I wasn't going to get my point across. -sigh- Though I can see where you got that from.

    The father dies of cancer. I was hoping the word grief would help.

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