Ode to “pat the bunny”

February 9, 2015 by Dancing Echoes 7 Comments

When I was just a few months old
In my Mamma’s lap I sat.
The magic time would hence unfold,
A bunny I would pat.

Every time that I’d try on the ring,
Feel scratchy whiskers too.
Within the book my heart did sing,
When I’d play peek-a-boo.

And in the mirror was my face,
The flowers I would smell.
In books I’d find my happy place,
Where all was safe and well.

From this first book the die was cast,
Curiosity did unfold.
My love of reading was to last,
Learning never does get old.

Memoir Monday Prompt

Picture courtesy of Pixabay

Author: Dancing Echoes

I am a scientist by trade and artist by soul. My creative outlet used to be dancing but due to injuries and age, I must now find another path. I am hoping my writing, poetry and photography can be this new path. Awards: While I am grateful and honored for the numerous nominations, I don’t have time to respond to them with the attention they deserve, so for the most part, I am an award free blog. All photographs and words are mine unless otherwise credited. © 2015-2023 Dancing Echoes ALL RIGHTS RESERVED Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author/owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Christy Draper with appropriate and specific direction to the original content on Dancing Echoes.