My First ChildA Poem by Poet PittinixThis is a special treat for parents and children.I love to take my 3-year-old daughter
shopping. She’s my first child. I hold her by the hand, And off we go together down
the street. I start walking too fast for
her, She asks me to slow down. I observe her stride, And three of her steps make
one of mine. I take her to Taco Bell to
buy her an ice cream. The ice cream falls off the
cone, And it makes a splatter on
the floor. She points to the ground and
cries, “Daddy, daddy, I want back my
ice cream!” We go to the sweet shop to
get her a treat. The little girl wants
everything she sees. Oh, she’s such a delight! She brightens up my day, And she makes the vendor smile. She gets a large lollipop,
and she beams. We’re now in the department
store. I’ll buy some new clothes for
her. She tries on a pair of
slippers. They look so cute on her tiny
feet. She takes a Raggedy Ann doll
to the cashier, And then she skips along with
me. It’s fun to walk with her around
the block. A neighbour waves to us and
says, “She’s such a sweet little darling!” An elderly woman asks me, “Is
she your first child?” And I smile at her and say, “Yes.” © 2024 Poet PittinixAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorPoet PittinixKingston, West Indies, JamaicaAboutHi everyone, I'm an author from Jamaica. I write poems, songs, and short stories. Do not send me any private messages. I came here to read and to publish my compositions, not to engage in controver.. more..Writing
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