Friday, December 4, 2009

The ornaments

My baby plucks the ornaments from the tree,
Like fruit to be harvested.

And then he turns and throws them at me.
Like the enemy to be targeted.

5 comments:

kellebelle said...

Clever. :)

Pam C. said...

Poor Token Asian Friend.

Stephanie said...

Love this!

myimaginaryblog said...

What a perfect little poem.

My younger brother bit into every single red glass ball ornament we had one year. (He's still alive.)

Brooklyn said...

Awesome. Micah use to eat the ornaments off our tree. Maybe that explains why he is the way he is.