Tag: poem

Spoon-Feeding

You fed me with a spoon that day,

For the first time.  A tear in your eye,

Delight at that memorable milestone,

And all those yet to come –

Such as learning to talk and handle a fork.

Then, I’d make that walk to school and see

My world open up in the blink of an eye.

All guided by you, my loving mum.

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Tourist or Terrorist?

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I wander in awe around the city,

Those artisan arches and avenues,

Classic sights along the snaking Seine,

Pausing to admire the iconic tower.

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