Friday, April 22, 2016

Papa and Henry

Papa and Henry

There's my gallant Henry,
high on his steed,
ready to gallop into the sunset!

                                                  Tell the truth, Pa.
                                                  We both know
                                                  from the set

                                                 of Dolly's ears
                                                 what was about to happen.
                                                 I was lucky to get

                                                 out of that alive.
                                                 When Dolly went to live at the Dobler's
                                                 I was not upset.

Henry, my boy, what's stopping us
from inventing a better story
complete with some imaginary regrets?

©Mary Lee Hahn, 2016

Jama has the Poetry Friday Roundup this week at Jama's Alphabet Soup.


  1. What a world-builder you've become, Mary Lee. Your imagination is having all sorts of fun!

  2. I love this! Love the conversation between Henry and Pa. And Pa's take on life in the last stanza! Another perfect poem.


    Some folks admire
    my bay coloring,
    massive chest,
    white socks.

    Others criticize
    my Roman nose
    laid back ears
    iffy disposition.

    I don't know which
    kind of folks
    you are

    and so I'm wary.

    (C) Carol Wilcox, 2016

    1. I love this horse's voice as much as I loved the dog's! (And most of all, I love having you for my companion-poet on this April journey!)