Father with his darling daughter, her name Mika
sits down with, his little, Mika, chattering, six to the dozen
dad produces a scrap of paper and pencil
little Mika draws away contentedly, happy in her talking while drawing
her masterpiece duly completed
daddy asks his budding geiunes, asks her:
'' what is it, my sweet Mika? ''
Little sweet Mika, none plus tells her dad:
'' Why it is a stone sleeping! ''
On her face could be read:
'' Blindingly obvious! ''
Mika, age two, all kowing!

ken d williams

The Dyslexic Wordsmith

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Written on 2017-06-29 at 16:34

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A stepping stone, a path across a river, a bridge between generations.

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Well done. Good read.

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Grownups can be so dense.

KYREUS of Sweden
Cute & honest