His only spoon

its about how silly we are when we are small

my little son lost his small lonely spoon,
i remember when he with tear in his eyes,
 raised his head high and low,
with that searched for his only spoon
round those beautifully covered table
then he across the kitchen,
 never did he showed himself again
until the dawn broke and darkness
calmly spreads its wings
and once again ran to the table
with his lonely spoon which
had been all the time on the kitchen floor...

Author's Note

lots of grammatical problems may occur here in the poem but i tried and i am proud of it.

Reviews

[Tandin]

please do comment and make me aware of the mistakes that i made..



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