I used to know this little lass
Who’d sit on the counter and watch me cook
Or sit on my knee as I read her a book
So young and sweet with long dark hair
An image of her mother, Oh so fair
But years did pass and the miles grew
And her poor uncle knew not what to do
Then one eave sat at his screen
And wondered at the words he'd seen
For Valentine’s Day did quickly draw near
And little funds caused him to fear
And now Not such a young lass was she
All grown up, a beautiful women to be
In the years past he would write for her ma
The saddest excuse for poems that anyone saw
Then idea he had to write for his niece
Once again a poem for the not such a feast
But in hope I do fiddle with every single line
So for you there may be a good Valentine.
© Copyright 2016 Neilson F Collinsworth. All rights reserved.
Paste the link to picture in the entry below:
Paste the link to Youtube video in the following entry:
Cannot annotate a non-flat selection. Make sure your selection starts and ends within the same node.
An annotation cannot contain another annotation.
There was an error uploading your file.