Inevitably, all things meet their end.
The leaves must fall. The flowers wilt and fade.
But actuality I now suspend,
For I will not accept sticker’s decay.
O parrot-faced adornment! Bosom friend!
For ages known! (Perhaps, twas just a day.)
How carefully I washed my bedecked hand,
Preventing my compatriot’s decay.
Was all for naught? This morning it was gone!
A white ring left where sticker should have been.
This misadventure finds me woebegone
That I shall never see that face again!
Take comfort, Hand, your love was not in vain.
The residue of glitter will remain.
Written November 2020.
comedy, everyday life, parenthood, rhyming, short, sonnet, toddler sonnets
Dinosaur Fondue Poetry 