My father was alwaysquick with a smile.
His happiness camefrom within.
Often he'd pluck, sweet buttercup
And hold it under my chin.
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i'm sure i've read and left a comment! i still like it, but i don't see any previous comment; perhaps there is a comment thief amongst us? ? :) bri to MyPoemList (i think for the second time)
A nice poetic imagination, Elisabeth. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks
Often he'd pluck, sweet buttercup And hold it under my chin. ' Do you like butter? such fine memories...... so nice. thank yu dear poetess.
I too, (like Bri) thought I had left a comment on this poem before. In any case, it is a delightful poem. I love it!