307. Light 

About living light…

The shirt I wear, was my fathers spare, 

Purchased many moons ago,

The shorts I pair, with the shirt I wear, 

Were once trousers, spared,

From a dumpster mare, 

By the love and care,

Of my mothers fair,

Hand flair. 

(Photo – Eli Woodbine, Canada, 2016) 


2 Comments Add yours

  1. So Cute Cute Cute Poem. Simple and Sweet, very Rhyming.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. eliwoodbine says:

      Thankyou 🙌🏼

      Really appreciate the kind words.


      Liked by 1 person

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