Poem: Little Alfonso by Ian H.

[herdinator]

‘Alfonso!’ 
I heard her call from the doorway

Before she ran frantic from her home

She knew her son shouldn't be in the street alone

‘First time’, she says, he wondered out’.

Away from her eyes

Into the market place she goes

Desperately she yells out his name

His disappearance drives her insane

If she doesn’t find him soon

She will have to take the blame

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Comments

[michaelgriffith]

That is an excellent poem Ian... is it from your own childhood memories- I wonder.
MG

[herdinator]

ah yes the good old days when your parents threw you out of the house on fine days [with the threat of clean your room up or have an afternoon nap.]the wooden rifle that your father made you so you could hunt the enemies of WWII down by the river amongst the pine trees. lol
to test oneself against their parents by improvisation and pretending that they are the enemy and the house is their H.Q lol.
no X-box then.