As the.......

As the.......

A Poem by andrew mitchell

As the sands of time
Slip through your hands
From the sandpit.
The flower petals
Drop dead on the floor.
And breadcrumbs 
Shower the carpet
Once more.
The cockatoos
Squawk above,
And kookaburras laugh:
While you feel
A cuff over ear
So loud.
Remember this,
My Mother told me:
"The brush and tray
Are always in ...
                the laundry."
                                 " Clean up!"

© 2015 andrew mitchell


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Australia, and mothers, really liked this one!

Posted 9 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

9 Years Ago

Thanks Marcus I should give this poem to my mum on Mother's Day lol
marcus

9 Years Ago

I'm sure she'd love it
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Ahh, aren't mothers so clever. You must have taken after her my dear :D

Posted 9 Years Ago


Those lessons in life follow us where ever we go, my friend... now, go clean up!! :)

Posted 9 Years Ago


I enjoyed this Andrew. It came across to me as a quite unique take on the progression of life and that we must always learn and remember the lessons we are given on the way.

Beccy.

Posted 9 Years Ago



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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

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