Off-Limits

The couch is off-limits. (Today it's a bridge.) My feeling aren't hurt. (Okay, maybe a smidge.) For when Henry is building, The world must concede To the object and spaces His projects might need. He's lucky his house has Some couches to spare And if they're all bridges, There's always a chair. At least he's absorbed in His "building" at home, Which leaves me some moments To whip up a poem.

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Robert Johnson

Date: 7/17/2017 10:27:00 AM

Henry the builder, he's quite a boy. He looks at everything as if it's a toy. But just imagine him when he's a man. And what he will do if he just knows he can.

Matthew Anish

Date: 7/13/2017 7:07:00 PM

Yes, we must take time out of our busy lives to "whip up" poetry. You might want to check out Voices Israel - I am a member and they publish an anthology and have an on line publicaiton B'Shaolom Matthew Anish

Daniel Turner

Date: 7/13/2017 5:57:00 PM

Might as well spoil him while you have the chance:) Fun stuff, Mrs Ilene.

Jan Allison

Date: 7/13/2017 5:04:00 PM

Ha ha how cute of course you could have been grandma sitting at the station and you could relax writing or reading a book lol:-) hugs Jan xx

Chris Green

Date: 7/13/2017 4:56:00 PM

That Henry sounds like a very wonderful handful. :) Nicely done Ilene.