Being Puck

Is there not a bit

of an imp in every boy,

a puck, a pixie, rascal or sprite

 

that beguiles more than pesters,

teases not torments -

molds a mother's heart

 

and when it reappears

upon becoming a man - does it not

bring back her youthful smile?

 

by Margaret Bednar, May 9, 2017

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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