I had a bright idea once,
To get a little pet.
My nephews had a hermit crab,
And one fine day we met.
I put my finger in the cage,
A kind of little bowl.
I’m lucky when I pulled it out
The finger was still whole!
No hermit crab for me, it’s clear,
And no tropical bird.
A peacock, so I hear, is loud,
And must have the last word.
If not pets, then a garden full
Of flow’rs and fruits and trees,
Beginning with a lotus
And some pomegranate seeds.
The only baby’s breath I found
Was lost as my son grew.
Perhaps the pets and gardening
Are not my thing to do.
I had a bright idea once:
Don’t try to fit a mold!
Be happy in God’s plan for me:
Unique, authentic, bold!
—
My response to Linda Kruschke’s
Paint Chip Poetry Prompt #29: Long Lost
This is adorable, funny, and wise all at the same time! Thank you for joining in on my poetry prompt today.
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I love this!! Do you!! 🙏
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I love this! The 5th stanza really stopped me for a moment, the last stanza is a perfect resolve.
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Good advice in that last stanza.
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