Reblogged from my son’s and my joint poetry blog, mondosedoka.com
All along our walk,
Knox selects sticks and carries
them home, holding them aloft.
~
He knows winter comes
and possessing a warm heart
wants to assure yours won’t freeze.
Reblogged from my son’s and my joint poetry blog, mondosedoka.com
All along our walk,
Knox selects sticks and carries
them home, holding them aloft.
~
He knows winter comes
and possessing a warm heart
wants to assure yours won’t freeze.
He wants a warm fire! How smart. 🙂
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I can picture Knox and you so easily from these poems. Hi to A from me!
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I can picture Knox and you so easily from these poems. Hi to A from me!
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Mother and son poetry—what could be better? And apparently he’s a fan of Knox! True love ❤️
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