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I sway left, I sway right
Cradling you in my arms
Shushing like the waves
Wishing you goodnight.

I move left, I move right
Dodging your little hands
As we tickle and tumble
Play with no end in sight.

I teach left, I teach right
One day you’ll just get it.
Shoes, socks and gloves
Dad duties become light.

I’ll go left, you’ll go right.
You’ll text me you’re well
You’re on an adventure
Go on son, take flight.


◄ Seasons - An Acrostic Poem


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Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh

Wed 22nd Nov 2023 10:03

I love that Richard; nice rhythm. Letting them go on their own adventure is always difficult.

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Tue 7th Nov 2023 14:13

Wonderful poem, Richard! The rhythm and denouement were helping little son, then in last stanza, son texting dad (way of the world now!) and son leaving w/ parental blessing. Really enjoyed reading this.

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keith jeffries

Mon 6th Nov 2023 15:15

A delightful poem.

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