A Child's Head


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    A Child's Head

    A child's head is as hard as stone.
    Never listening, always wanting to do his own.
    Mother says its going to rain today,
    as I huff, puff, turn and walk away,
    but there I stand drippinng wet,
    from bottom of my toe to the top of my neck.
    She never says I told you so, she just lets me in,
    hands me a towel, and then a grin.
    I know one day I'll be standing where she
    is praying for my child and his friends.
    But still the next day comes and I do the
    same things mother right and I'm wrong again.
    It only goes to prove that the old saying is true,
    "you never lean til you learn and do the same things she used to."

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    cmlestrade commented on A Child's Head


    How true how true. My father always told me experience is the best teacher. Delightful poem.

    ltroxell commented on A Child's Head


    Evokes a childhood we all remember as we all as a parent's experience. Good job.

    litldeer commented on A Child's Head


    This is nice

    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

    PIMOTION’s Poems (7)

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