Skipping stones on the water


Dad taught me how to skip stones on the water

He taught me how to write a song

If I find something

I cannot describe with words

Mom taught me how to make

Flower crowns on springtime loans

She taught me how to

Be the summer

Among ones cold


And I want to find someone

I could also

Teach how make flower crowns

Out of thorns

  • Author: Anny (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 26th, 2022 06:24
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 29


  • Rocky Lagou

    I enjoy the imagery you portray. I sense this could be a wanting for another in your life. To teach them and grow with them. Great job!

  • MR.apocalypse

  • MR.apocalypse

    the poem like a painter
    the words like a brush
    the mind of the painter the paint
    my mind like an easle
    with a picture getting painted
    word by word
    stroke by stroke

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