Monday, November 17, 2008


Where I don't exactly follow directions.
So, what else is new?

Today’s Poetry Prompt:Write a poem that ends with the word “quiet”.


She never stops talking.


She's six.

And she never stops talking.

I'm forty.

And can't quit listening.

Do birds have blankets,
how's Santa get in,
where do trees come from,
can flowers cry,
look! look! there!
S-T-O-P, S-T-O-P,
I can read that.

My ears are worn out.

Day 17

1 comment:

  1. LOL! Spoken like a true Mom or loving Aunt or Grannie LOL!


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