Go my sweet child.

[dadio]

Go my sweet child,
Seek other arms to hold and wish you well,
This old guy’s had his fill of kiss and tell

And wishing well when all needs done and sent away.
Go my angel of short wings,
Seek some other ear to pull

And fill with droll and dull debate,
This guy’s undone his ears and mind
And buries all for match and fire

And wishes night’s moon
Would wane like candle’s flame
When chill wind blows it to a dull sleep.

[dadio]

Old poem revived.

[happytrails]

This is something of a departure from the style to which I have grown accustomed. I like it. It felt like tripping over someone and looking up and saying "OH it's you, I almost didn't recognize you."

[dadio]

I gave upon this genre of writing. But I let them see light now and t hen

[happytrails]

Well, I am glad you did. It was a change. I like a surprise now and then. that is why I always bury 2 or 3 sweet pickled onions in my mashed potatoes. To get that little surprise of a different flavour. This was that little bit of a different flavour.

[dadio]

Maybe I ought to try the sweet pickled onions in the mashed potatoes too. Give my children a surprise.

[happytrails]

It's actually quite yummy. The tartness with the bland. The cold in the hot. It makes a bland dish a little bit of fun. I think my mom did this for me when I was quite young. Trying to get me to try new foods. It didn't work with everything. There are still some things I will not eat.

[dadio]

What's like in Ontario at the moment?

[happytrails]

cold, blowing.

[dadio]

What do you think of the Picasso?

[happytrails]

Ummmmm, he was never one I really got. I am sure he was very talented, but personally, I prefer Dali. BUT I loved your poem.

[dadio]

I am glad you like the poem. Dali, yes I love his art too. Are you Joan?