BATHTIME BLUES

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Poetry, Uncategorized

BATHTIME BLUES

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Poetry, Uncategorized

LOST TREASURE

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.

 

 

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