a prudent pout


If someone said she was beautiful,

They then knew what they were talking about.

Rose-colored cheeks

A prudent little pout.

Compliment her yourself; a phrase or two,

For your lovely little daughter

All dressed up in blue.


awaiting a daughter’s return

Weddings can come and go,
A winter flurry; a fall fling.
Expensive gifts and all who know,
The cake does not buy the happiness.
The wedding is a useless affair,
Tears and flowers
In the air.
Poor fathers awaiting their daughters’ returns,
The mothers hoping they sent off right,
Throwing rice at a carriage
Running into the night.