Inspired by @OnlyDads and MetaJugglaMum
They came in a box
odd socks
Now they live on the floor
or behind the door.
You can’t ever find them
It’s as if they are shy
and sometimes they cause
my daughter to cry.
Do they have
a mind of their own?
An urge to roam?
Why don’t they stay
safe, in the drawer?
It’s rather like life.
Not safe any more.
‘Cos children grow up.
And parents the same.
They give you a childhood,
they give you a name.
Some give you much love,
some only give pain
We’re always all children
inside, all the same.
Socks aren’t only socks.
They can be so much more.
If you can find where they’re hidden,
in the heap, on the floor.
And if you’re wondering why I’ve been inspired to write this incredibly quick and rather poor poem about socks, go read all about the Odd Sock Christmas Tree decoration event.
Yes, yes and yes.
Awesome.
MJM xx
.-= Metajugglamum´s last blog ..Silent Sunday =-.
What a fantastic poem. I love it and so true. x
That’s brilliant – hope @OnlyDads puts it on his tree x
So very true. Our house eats them. Great poem.
.-= Emma´s last blog ..Adding A Little Bit of Structure =-.
LOVE that poem!
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