91st Challenge - Let My Pen Write Of The Dreams I Hold Dear # 2

a poem by Kenneth Malvyn Clark, UK

To Dry A Tear

Once as a child I dreamt I could fly
soar like a bird high in the sky,
when I was ten I actually did try
leapt from a window two stories high.
Cardboard cut outs tied on with string
painted feathers to adorn each wing,
flapped both arms, fell to the ground
hit the lawn with a thudding sound.
Mum was furious Dad spitting mad
brother Colin, seemed somewhat glad.
Alas boyhood days that did soon disappear
when mum became an angel, later that year,
a childhood dream to a memory held dear,
that kiss from a mother, to dry a tear.

In response to Betty’s request

Top Viewed Not Categorized Poems & Top Viewed Poems

Other poems from Kenneth Malvyn Clark, UK

If you like this poem, post a message below to the poet!


Viewed 113 times

VoicesNet Likes