After reading some of the great poetry written by SIL Patsy, I decided to venture back to my roots and give this a try for old times sake. Not much for punishment so I'm keeping it real and focusing on rhyming poetry and leaving the Haiku's to her!
She sits upon her Papa's Chair
She sits upon her Papa’s chair
As the cartoons boom and blare
His favorite with golden hair
A new one born, they named her Clare.
Dorie watches, not quite a stare
At the new baby lying there
Strangers now, an unmatched pair
Cousins, friends, life leads where?