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May 2, 2006

Tenderness

Past a pretty pebble pond,
above the carp and vernal frond,
there was a place not far beyond
where on my own I would abscond.

I took a stick, a little thing,
and tied to it a piece of string.
Sometimes, perhaps, I'd even sing,
or scratch another nettle sting.

While crouching there upon the grass
with little legs and skinny arse
the fish would simply just swim past
each and every time I cast.

At night I snuggled on my bed;
the covers drawn above my head;
inside my personal homestead;
safely walled by cotton thread.

I guess that I have come to see
that children live so tenderly,
and through the grief and in the glee,
it's tender, too, inside of me.

"So beautiful Duncan" — Carol

"Very sweet poem. The arse bit, which you slipped in, is funny." — Mikaela

"This is cute and reminded me of Christopher Robin." — Laura

"Nice!" — Charley

"That rhyme was so cute and innocent." — Basi

 

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