Proud Papa

Okay, it feels like time to post something again. Summer in Minnesota must be savored, which is why I don’t spend much time here in bloggyworld. But here’s a poem I wrote last month, based on a random idea that popped into my head as I was waking one morning. Don’t look for any deep philosophical point please.

Proud Papa
by Julia Tindall Bloom 7/24/2011

At the annual meeting of the divine council
(Which in divine time happens annually but in earth time has never yet happened at all)
God pulled out his wallet
And with a flick of his wrist
One hundred billion photos folded out like a long long tongue.
“My kids,” he beamed.
The rest of the divinity smiled politely,
Verbally noticed family resemblances,
Told God he was a lucky guy with a beautiful family.
But each to oneself they wondered,
“Are those children home alone?”


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