I asked an old lady in the park if she had seen my little boy.
‘What does he look like?’ she replied.
‘Well,’ I answered, quite sincere—
‘He has brown eyes
and hair to match;
Too many curls for a little boy,
combed to perfection every day;
His teeth are white as white can be—
A very tidy little man is he!
He wears a smartly pressed sailor suit
with little white shoes to match.’
— A perfect darling is my boy.’
‘No child like this I have seen,’ the lady did respond,
‘but a treasure you will find, just around that path.’
Around the garden path I went
and before me, a treasure my eyes beheld—
He had brown eyes
and hair to match.
A shock of curls in disarray,
band-aid knees and soiled clothes—
What happened to my little boy?
At front, he had a missing tooth;
he was eating ice-cream from a cone,
his face aglow with a rainbow smile.
—’A perfect darling is my boy.’
© Chrissy Siggee
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED From my book: Glimpses of His Glory
Archived in: 🦋 Poetry Mix
He’s so adorable ..
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Thank you.
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wonderful
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🙂 Thank you Derrick.
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I love your poem. Still our darling little boy … no matter what!!
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No matter what. 🙂
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Yes!
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Absolutely beautiful little fable
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🙂 Thanks.
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Really enjoyed this, Chrissy. Thank you! xo
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Thank you for reading.
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Sweet!
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Thanks. 🙂
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Lovely.
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Wow such a lovely one 👌👌👍
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Thank you 🙂
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