Pedro

His family comes from South America
but he himself was born here.

He likes lots of bright colours.
I’ll put some around his bed.

He is growing a new tooth.
It makes him itchy and demanding.

And yet his heart is peaceful.
It’s full of music and love.

He has been tenderly looked after
by his brother, my friend Brad.

Now he’s left in my care,
I’m anxious to know his needs.

I know he likes the garden
and the plants he sees there.

I think he feels at home
or is starting to, at least.

I’ve given him lots of crystals
for his pleasure and his health.

                  ******

Rosemary, in adjusting to Pedro’s rhythms,
starts to nod off. Wake up!




30 Poems in 30 Days, 2010: 26
Prompt: A poem in which each line has six words and makes
a statement or at least expresses a complete thought.