Remember When

 

Do you remember

when you used to pick your dad's nose?

When your great delight

was to poke your finger right inside?

 

you laughed

 

Once you made daddy's nose bleed

with your sharp finger nail

You wanted to look

at the blood on the tissue

you wanted to see

the bright crimson stain

 

you frowned

 

 

© Mark Shepherd

www.dashpoetry.com