If all of this were up to me,
My gifts would be of other things,
The son to spend an afternoon
With a father long since gone,
The granddad seeing his offspring grow,
As his life goes on and on,
The children gone before their time,
Would come back home and ring the chime,
And chances lost would be our choice,
To try just one more time,
The girl whose births would fill a home,
A brother not a day alone,
The friend who’d never know the pain,
Of all that cancer brings,
If all of this were up to me,
Then these would be my things.
You are most welcome. You certainly are a poet as far as my judgement of these things go. I'm no Bard, but I know what I like and enjoy.
ReplyDeleteI thank you that you are now also my esteemed follower and I am flattered for your adding me to your blog list. Networking is surely the key to sharing our thoughts.
I have an idea that might interest you about poetry, a deviation upon a theme, but something that might be fun.
Hopefully chat soon.
P.W.
Really enjoying your poetry. Your writing makes me think, which is a good thing(!)
ReplyDeleteDavid
Cheers David very much indeed.
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