Bedtime At Grandma's

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A "Butterfly" Cinquain.

Small one Playing is done And your bedtime has come. Wind is moaning rafters shifting. Listen. Inside closets ghosts are sniffing. Dare not move. Dream you fly. Sun in your eye Morning. Butterfly Cinquain Gene Bourne. 07-05-14

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Rene Annandale

Date: 5/19/2015 10:33:00 AM

Love your butterfly cinquain. :)

Skat A

Date: 5/10/2015 10:46:00 AM

Gene :) Congratulations on having your poem featured this Mothers Day. SKAT love

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 7/18/2014 5:49:00 PM

this one makes me recall the nights at MY grandparents' house. so many years ago! I dreamed I was flying there too!!

Gene Bourne
Date: 7/18/2014 7:49:00 PM

What a coincidence. So many great places for "Hide and 'seek" Houses seem so much larger when we're kids.(maybe 'cause we were smaller)