James' Sixth Birthday Poem by Paul Reed

James' Sixth Birthday



This little gathered crowd
Sitting earnestly
With excitement barley held,
On a Sunday morning
Bleak and grey
Here, just here, our pride dwelled;

For amongst those faces
Smiling nervously
Was our own true loyal blood,
With innocence intact
All together
Here, just here, where my feet stood;

In that moment
Dust swirled and circled
And settled on each seat,
But we had beaten time
Made history
Here, just here, our life complete.

Tuesday, January 12, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: birthday
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