Poem about my grandson

05/06/2012 at 1:41 PM Leave a comment

Crawling Baby

There once was a boy on blue carpet

Crawling, not toddling, not ready yet

Constantly he’ll talk

But still does not walk.

Catching him at this pace, is no sweat.

.                                    – June Nash

 

Another quasi Limerick.  This time my grandson is my inspiration.

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Original poetry. Copyright 2012, June Nash

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