April - NaPoWriMo - 27

Puppy dog flies
Up up in the sky.
Puppy lands with a sigh
Proud and perky and why aren’t
You pleased?

Don’t you understand how he flies, puppy dog and the child?
Or maybe you’re just jealous; you’re waiting while he
Goes away so that you get to try.

Flying’s not magic, he tells you, sweet son, it’s just fun
Lifting wings to the sky as the dream’s just begun with
Imagined white feathers adorning your long weary arms
—goose-down armor the son says dear Mom—
Ever raising you higher
See Mama now, see how we fly.

Puppy dog flies.

Written for ReadWritePoem #27 - acrostic

Comments

Marianne said…
Endearing and charming poem, Sheila!
drabble.. learned something new today... hundred words or less and from microsoft.. a sage in disguise.. back to the post amost original one that does indeed smile... release engage

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