Poetry Starts: Play

a book to inspire me


The months in which we play

Are like a passing day

They are filled with love and joy

For every growing boy or girl

Life never seems to end for them

As they gently sing a song

When the day has ended

They are full with sleepiness

But are eager to start the next day

Their mother’s tuck them in with love

As fathers watch protectively

With dreams floating in their heads

The month in which we play

Pass once more

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 What is Poetry Starts?

…poems and prose from now back to teen years
…remembering a first writing love
…pumping the creative well yet again
…silencing the internal critic