Average Children

I feel sorry for the little ones,
That evoke not one response,
For I birthed and loved them just the same,
As those that gather praise at once.

I am always glad I held them,
Especially those that show no skill,
For even they reflect some part of me,
When writing nothing never will.

–me

~ by April on March 20, 2013.

As opaque as it is–in the fashion of ED–I believe I know what it’s “about.” But I’m not telling, either . . .

Glenn Wallis said this on March 20, 2013 at 10:30 am | Reply
Ha! ED, opaqueness, and secrecy….oh my! None were necessarily intended, but I’ll take it. Makes it much more mysterious. 🙂 I am never quite sure what I intend when I write except to relay experience. I got out of bed in the middle of the night to write this down…I couldn’t sleep until I did. I am always curious about what your interpretation is. Personally, I enjoy reading poetry that creates discussion and exploration…but I couldn’t tell you if mine ever does. Thanks Glenn.

sometimes said this on March 20, 2013 at 10:56 am | Reply
- I think I assumed you meant Dickinson, was that correct? If not, I feel silly…
  
  sometimes said this on March 20, 2013 at 11:13 am | Reply
Simply wonderful in sentiment and words

Romantic Dominant said this on March 20, 2013 at 4:33 pm | Reply
Simply appreciative. Smile.

sometimes said this on March 20, 2013 at 11:12 pm | Reply

sometimesihatemycat