I am not a poet.
However, I was compelled to write a poem for a class. This is the one that I love best.
It is inspired by my family.
Hibiscus
Through the doorway of the room
the painted Hibiscus can be seen
the soft rounded petals are as flat as the wall
the babies cries can be heard
from the hall to the master bedroom
to the screen on the open window
the father is reading his book
hundreds of pages turning to one.
He is content
and loved by all the world.
Through the doorway of the room
the painted Hibiscus can be seen
the soft rounded petals are as flat as the wall
the babies cries can be heard
from the hall to the master bedroom
to the screen on the open window
the father is reading his book
hundreds of pages turning to one.
He is content
and loved by all the world.
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