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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Reviews
Australia, and mothers, really liked this one!
Posted 9 Years Ago
9 Years Ago
Thanks Marcus I should give this poem to my mum on Mother's Day lol
9 Years Ago
I'm sure she'd love it
Ahh, aren't mothers so clever. You must have taken after her my dear :D
Posted 9 Years Ago
Ahh, aren't mothers so clever. You must have taken after her my dear :D
Those lessons in life follow us where ever we go, my friend... now, go clean up!! :)
Posted 9 Years Ago
Those lessons in life follow us where ever we go, my friend... now, go clean up!! :)
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
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.
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Added on May 7, 2015
Last Updated on May 8, 2015
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andrew mitchell adelaide, Australia
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