Puff and June
by Bruce Hanna
as a child
my dreams were vivid
I often flew and struggled
I was the hero
to share the story
I tuned in
I watched it
and become the narrator
I was the youngest
at home with my mother
as my sibs and father
went off for the day
she became concerned
with my fanciful plots
they were unreal
so she edited me to “reality”
I learned not to share—
Puff the magic dragon
saw the day no more
a casualty to convention
my granddaughter, June
knows Puff
shares him with her whole family
she’ll create the world we want
i like your poem; thank you. Let’s keep the stories alive for the youth, who will know what to do with them.