My Playful Daughter

She romped and rolled around me in proud stiff pompous gait
I was not impressed by the ruffle of her skirt
Or the wicked laughter of the flipping imp
But I pulled up short for a word choked me,in heart,straight.

Ha! she played pranks eyes gleamed with mischief
"Dad, I have divulged the little secret to Mom"
I did expect from her a candied word -a lesser wisdom
But she was artfully indirect, "Dad you lost a fig leaf".

"O Sue, you should not say like this to your Dad
I have promised you last night a box of chiffon cake
And you risk a glorious reversal , Are you mad?
Hey, mother's sleuth, very slow on the uptake."

"Character assassination, your mother's devout skill
She stings me to the quick and you are not run of the mill
I am not timid, I am not scared of your mother
Go tell her, for sure,I have eaten the pie and will eat the other."

Sue frisked and smiled broad baring her pearly teeth
"You are caught, but you are a real good Dad for me
Mom has made an extra pie and the gravy sauce is free"
She pranced about in sprightly manner and vanished behind the tree.

That night my ten-year old daughter
Read out 'The Girl Who Drank the Moon"
The sleepy-eyed Sue with drooping eyelids
Would dream of Jabberwocky very soon.


2 to 12 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Beth Evans
13 November, 2019
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Na Avatar
November 22, 2019 at 12:37 AM
Congrats on your winning poem Rajat
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November 21, 2019 at 8:30 PM
Congratulations on your placement. Well done narrative.
Roper Avatar
November 15, 2019 at 11:48 PM
This poem is such a fascinating treat, you have caught the actions of a child full of energy and jest just like my granddaughter. I especially love the line, Hey, mother's sleuth, very slow on the uptake." My husband would always say tell her a joke and it will hit her a week later... he knew me so well.
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