Richard Simmons
from obese to SLIMmins
an energizer bunny
on steroids who’s funny.
NaPoWriMo- Clerihew
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Thoughts During Sunday Mass
He said he’d rather sleep in church
than go back to bed
and now he’s carrying up the wine
while my other son examines
his pinky finger
which is crooked like mine.
My daughter sits close to her daddy
who she favors
except for that thick wavy hair.
It’s colder than Antarctica
in this place
but love's radiance fills the air.
PA- Take a line from another poem, mine was it's colder than Antarctica.
4 comments:
Thoughts on Sunday Mass... brilliant. SO familiar I am wondering how I can sew my childhood memories into a poem. Oh and yes I still go to Mass, but my mind wanders differently now. The imaginations and musings that used to go through my head back then.xo teri
ha i like the second...the little glimpses of each person in the family...i can relate to the son examining his finger...and i like that love resounds over all in the end...smiles...
missed church today...shh...was busy enjoying the sun a bit on our trip...smiles.
A wonderful little vignette. (Not the line I would have imagined you to have taken.)
My church is often "colder than Antarctica" too. I wear my jacket, whereas many don't. Brrrrrr... Nicde writes, Laurie.
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