Little

By Richard L. Provencher

Thu, 23 Jul 2020
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boy of energy  

mom glad

she got him - pop ran out

years ago

now just her

and the little one

 

watches him play-

first a basketball

slams onto

the asphalt driveway

hot of sun

bearing down

the little guy

is good for busy all day

 

then he swings

a determined

leg and kicks a good one

soccer ball ending

against the garage door-

and momma smiles.

 

 

Certificate PG
Poem
Street Level Poetry
Miscellaneous

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Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on

 

Richard L. Provencher

Submitted by Tom Brown on

Makes one feel thankful if you grew up with a dad a man definitely has a place and a responsibility. I like your poem a lot so ordinary and everyday. As it is. And tells of the mother's love her pride and joy.