Buttons The BearA Poem by Cherrie Palmerthe end of child's play
Previous Version This is a previous version of Buttons The Bear. Little table, little chair beneath window light glittering pattern twirl and drift as a butterfly passes by. Buttons the bear sits and waits for tea to begin But the land of play she will not create, As she gazes at roses red and baby’s breathe And those new senses his soul cannot bare. © 2011 Cherrie PalmerFeatured Review
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Added on August 10, 2011Last Updated on August 10, 2011 AuthorCherrie PalmerOakland, ARAboutI am a published poet and love poetry. I live near the White River, and love trout fishing. I find my surroundings a great inspiration to me. I also have two books on Amazon Kindle: Obsession Starts.. more..Writing
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