Little pink sock on the basement stair,
Her mother dropped you unaware
You’d remain forever split from your mate,
Kept secretly by Grandma in this captive state.
Her mother dropped you unaware
You’d remain forever split from your mate,
Kept secretly by Grandma in this captive state.
Little pink sock for her little pink toes,
Only a grandmother can really know
That this is why here you must stay:
To work your magic on those dark, lonely days.
© 2007 Dennis H. Ference (First posted on 7/31/14)
Love the ending. Surprising, poignant, real. Thanks, Dennis.
Hey Crystal,
Thanks for the comment. Hope all is well with you. Have a great day.
Awww..that is magical…and the feelings so real ❤
Thanks much.
🙂 Made me laugh when I read the last stanza: how true! Got to thinking about the young one’s around my own home, and your poem brought it home too. My lady loves it!
It’s been doing it’s job on our basement step now for over 5 years. Glad you and your lady like the poem.