Poetry, Uncategorized


pooh and piglet

They’ll never hold his chubby hand

Or hear his little cry –

He was picked by fate’s cruel hand

For the nursery in the sky.


They’ve lost their little treasure –

It’s hard to comprehend,

Sorrow without measure

And hearts that might not mend.


Every tear his parents shed

He’ll see from up above,

Tucked in his celestial bed,

And know that he was loved.




5 thoughts on “LOST TREASURE

    • I was hesitant about writing about something so sad – incase I couldn’t do it justice.
      Once again you are too kind, BUT I must take a leap from the safety of form, rhyme and meter and launch myself into the scary abyss of free form poetry. . . :-/

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