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My boy is home
by Janine EuladiaHe ran through the door
Hair long, beaming face
opening, dumping things
all over the place
Strings, rope, wax and wire
dagger, swords, a gun
Skateboard, marbles, some bone
My eleven year old boy
finally came home
03/13/2007 Posted on 03/13/2007
Copyright © 2026 Janine Euladia
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 03/13/07 at 04:59 PM Well done... |
| Posted by Rhiannon Jones on 03/14/07 at 01:35 AM Poignant and really evocative...when my tween-agers come home, the place is suddenly strewn with all sort of odd things...pavement reflectors, rocks, small animals...you've described the charm of kid clutter nicely. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 03/14/07 at 02:21 PM LOL! Breathes new life into "snails and puppy dog tails." |
| Posted by Meghan Helmich on 07/07/08 at 08:51 PM oh janine, this is lovely. that's an 11 year old boy if i've ever heard one described. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 06/25/14 at 01:13 PM utterly delightful. congratulations on POTD. |
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