Fickle faded.
Shades of love and
sweet eats.
Like hot cross buns,
a hot cross Daddy.
Out too late,
curfewed too soon.
Ten minutes
more or less.
Less time,
more freedom,
a soul confides
you're the one.
Fitting remark
following the
parental intro.
Love shaded by
blinders of
sweet biscuits of youth
and sweet times.
(c)Phyllis Johnson 2008
from being frank with anne
Community Press, Virginia Beach, VA
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