With my older children dispatched with undue haste to bother their grandparents in the past, sorry, the West, of Ireland, I am free to settle down to write my Poetry Bus effort. I missed last weeks challenge much to my annoyance, so this weeks is a combination. It is about a person, as prompted by Weaver
last week, and transcribed upon an object as per Dominic
this week - Well, I suspect the remaining child in my care would not appreciate being referred to as an object. And to be honest, when social services find out I've been writing poetry on my toddler, she may not be in my care for much longer...
The picture isn't great, so here is what it says....
Ruby
My pudgy angel,
My red rubric cherubic rhyme
Let the sun shine -
Compete with my love for you
It pales.
14 comments:
Lovely jubly.
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Gorgeous poem, when social services read it they'll have to let you keep them!
Good one! Emotional - but with an "edge", not mawkish. I don't think the "soft police" (as they used to call social workers), I'm told) will complain.
Welcome back D'Oub! And that is a lovely poem but maybe it shouldn't have been tattoed.
By the way..
'A mother's love is a blessing'
Awww! I'm sure social services would understand. How did you get the sall child to hold still?
Thanks for reading everyone :)
Yes, my children are so lucky to have me as a mother! hmm :o)
Argent - she was so transfixed by what mammy was doing with the markers on her arm that she didn't move! But, once I'd taken a photo, she made her own additions :o) She looks like she had a fight with a tattoo parlour! And she is refusing to have it washed off...
Awww - love the poem. And what a fantastic image. My daughter grew out of her cherubic pudgy arms a few years ago, and I still miss 'em.
You should have that tattooed on the back of her neck
I think this is lovely, and other children should be so lucky.
Ruby, ruby, ruby....
Fabulous
All I can say is this:
aaaawwwwwww, soooo sweet!
Precious little arm ... and poem.
Thanks for all the comments :) Peter, brilliant idea :)
I DID wonder how it might be perceived by the authorities, but I'm sure your child will treasure the poem and picture for years to come. Lovely!
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