Carol
THE LITTLE DRUMMER
Every Sunday Aunt Katie comes
for dinner with that pesky baby.
Mama always lets him bang
a tin can with a wooden spoon.
Oh, what a noise! Daddy's
complained about it for months!
This week there's been good
news from Europe every day.
Today Mama went to the parlor.
She took her prized pillow from the sofa.
She gave it to my little cousin and said,
"Beat the hell-o out of it, little man."
Yes, MY MOTHER really said that!
"I won't need that old pillow anymore,"
she said. "My boy will be home
soon and I'll squeeze him instead."
Daddy and the baby just laughed
and laughed as the feathers flew.
© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved. Sweetheart pillow from author's collection.
1 comment:
Cool poem.
J
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