carolina is two years and three months.
minha querida doce :)


A Stain

Here we sit Carolina and I.
Our days work is done and it is time
For a tea party it would appear.
"My dear!" she declares offering me
A cup of water and a slice
Of lime in a thumb cup all the while
Tossing me looks and pointing at my pen.
Which I pass to her so she may make her mark.

Which she does on my sleeve.

We admire it together and smile into eyes
She has given me a stain
That I can wear with pride...
(Is it heart shaped or devilled I wonder.)

"Stains are marks of life!" I say
As I pass her another pencil.





Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2010-10-20 at 22:48

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I envy thee thy stain, being stainless (in that particular regard).

My daughter carved her name in the leg of the dinning room table, I guess that is something . . .

jim
2010-10-21


learnings
I have a similar kind of mark on my shoe.
Enjoyed the meaning behind the write.
Thanks
2010-10-21


Sid Gardner
Really enjoyed this one Jenks.The stain we wish not to be removed, remains evidence of love which can be proved...Or summat like that...
Sid.
2010-10-21