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The Leprechaun Trap
The leprechaun trap wasn’t empty;
A toy leprechaun nestled inside
With a nice thank you note
That the leprechaun wrote,
So my granddaughter took it in stride.
If she’d caught one, she wanted some wishes,
Like a carousel built in her room
Or to meet Taylor Swift
Or a baby sis gift,
None of which she could get, I’d assume.
Her big brother, who once would have joined her,
Now knows Daddy left Seamus* behind;
He confirmed, with a wink.
Childhood ends in a blink,
With these memories etched in the mind.
*the toy leprechaun’s name, according to the note
Copyright ©
Ilene Bauer
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