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