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site. These are just a few of the numerous poems I have written at various times while thinking about people who have enriched my life. |
| THE RUNAWAY
For Brenda and Trish Our special friends in England. |
| Brenda suggested to her daughter That it now was time for bed But little Trish protested And a few sharp words were said Little Trish informed her mum That she now could stay up late She said she was almost grown up After all, she'd just turned eight A discussion then ensued Producing great debating skill Though they loved each other dearly They would test each other's will Trish then informed her mum She was big enough to roam And if she didn't get her way Then she would run away from home When her mother wouldn't yield Trish made a solemn vow She was not only leaving home But she was leaving home right now Trish hastily packed her travel bag With the necessary wares The travel bag was overflowing With her precious teddy bears Young Trish was determined Her attitude quite wild It was ridiculous a girl of eight Should be treated like a child Her resolve was very serious Trish would not take any more But Brenda waited patiently On the step of their front door Trish could not help noticing Her mother's loving smile So she reluctantly agreed To stop and chat a while There was another pressing reason Why young Trish chose to stop Her mum said she might get thirsty And gave her a glass of pop Trish had always known her mother Was so full of love and care So she commenced to tell her mother Of the things that just weren't fair With the confidence of childhood Trish took her mother's hand And with patience and persistence Tried to make mum understand The things were fair that she demanded There was no need for debate Because girls grow up so quickly They're young adults when they reach eight Brenda listened with a soft heart To her daughter's woes and cares But had to smile each time she noticed That bag packed with teddy bears As they sat there on that doorstep Discussing things so seriously It evokes imagination Of how sweet that scene would be. Brenda knew that Trish was bluffing This dispute they'd rise above Because they shared life's greatest treasure The treasure of true love Young Trish would gain real wisdom A valued lesson she would find A mother knows what's best for children And you can't change a mother's mind After some time in discussion Trish decided that she'd stay She had a loving family And she couldn't run away Their very brief dispute Had an ending so ideal The mother promised sausage sandwiches The young girl's favourite meal The years fly by so quickly And Trish is fully grown She now can choose her bed time She has two daughter's of her own And with a wide grin I am wondering If perhaps some future day Amber or young Lucy Threaten that they'll run away I am confident that Trish Will treat the problem very well Then in later years, she too Will have a story she can tell Too many happy moments Quickly age and then depart But not these moments with our children We keep them fresh within our heart Some say our childhood is our best years And yet it seems to me When your life is blessed with children That's as good as life can be K.D. Abbott © 2009 |
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