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Inspirational poem dedicated to my four year old grandson Bobby

Dancing Umbrellas

Last rainy day Bobby's dancing observation
About umbrellas seemed mystical revelation

Winds might have made bouncing umbrellas
Through four year old eyes look like funny fellas

Or a "Brella Ballet" pirouetting
On point like tops spinning

And Singin' in the Rain
Could be an accurate refrain

When I see him again
I'll ask him to explain
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Gaul Avatar
August 12, 2018 at 11:47 AM
Jan, thanks muchly for the comment. Bobby in the poem age four now, disavows ever having said "dancing umbrellas". Kids say the darndest things. Go figure. Keep that ink flying Jan.
Allison Avatar
August 12, 2018 at 5:53 AM
absolutely charming poem Greg, I especially loved the third stanza. My son is home for a flying visit and borrowed my brolly - its the first time it's been used in many many years as it's usually too windy to put one up without it ending up in the umbrella graveyard of twisted spines and cloth!:-) hugs Jan xx
Gentry Avatar
June 6, 2018 at 5:50 AM
This is so refreshing! Lyrical in fact. Those grandchildren are something else! Enjoyed this!
Gaul Avatar
June 6, 2018 at 9:42 AM
Who knows what it'll mean to him if he reads this twenty years from now? So it goes.
Warrior Avatar
June 5, 2018 at 8:20 PM
I like your umbrella-ella-ella lol...dedication for your grandson Greg...love and light...^WW^
Gaul Avatar
June 5, 2018 at 8:25 PM
Who can "tella"? Maybe Bobby will write a novella! Seriously though WW, thanks for noticing my little ditty. It was just for fun and you got it.
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