Sunday

Sunday

A Poem by Shirley Wontas
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Rhyme

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It was a bright sunny day in July
When he tosses me in the air with a smile
He really made me believe that I could fly
What an inherent memory that's worthwhile

We walked hand in hand in the park
Flowers are all in bloom and the birds sing
I hide behind him when I heard the dogs bark
Feeling secured that's what he brings

Years gone by and this is me
Enjoying an equal sunny day with my dad
Sit in the shade of a large tree
With gratitude for all Sundays we had


© 2013 Shirley Wontas


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Watch your tenses. You've constantly switched between the past and present: "He tossed me in the air" then, "made me think that I can fly" rather than 'made me think that I could fly'

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Added on July 9, 2013
Last Updated on September 18, 2013
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Shirley Wontas
Shirley Wontas

Jogjakarta, Indonesia



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