11th March 2021
Biting Satire Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Edward Ibeth
What will be will be No pitter-patter of tiny, wee feet No building castles on a sandy beach No tiny hands for to lead and to hold No dressing up as maidens or knights bold. No kisses upon sweet soft downy heads No tucking up into warm cosy beds No nursery rhymes or stories to read No little one's hungry tummy to feed. No wounded soldiers with bruised or grazed knees No teaching how to say thank you or please No guiding girl to woman, boy to man No joys of grandchildren joining the clan. No one to be addressing me as mom No precious, much longed for daughter or son.
Copyright © Beryl Edmonds | Year Posted 2021
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