Errant Child
©01-22-2020, Olan L. Smith
Because of the wayward child's actions a parent's pride,
Cooked just right, can be prepared
For consumption, with a gulp it is consumed
Chunk by miserable chunk; it's always hard to swallow.
Yet, a parent's love is always given to even the most wayward
Of children's deeds, they don't have to absolve you to love. If
You don't believe a parents cares? Count the tears, tally
The sleepless nights, and the endless visions of your return.
YOU ARE READING
Poems from the Quill, by Olan L. Smith
Poésie"Poems from the Quill" is where I place current works that don't fall into other collections. It is here you will find obscure poems that range from constraint to free-verse. I began this collection as a contest entry, years ago, for what was then t...
