Those Feely Things - Not For Contest
Those Feely Things
What are these feely things
that come sneaking up on me
I cannot find a use for them
except to set them free.
Sometimes a giggle
does the trick
but some are icky -
gooey-thick
causing me to whine
and grump
to curl up in
a nasty lump,
stomp my feet
scream and yell
for reasons that
I cannot tell
to those who wonder
“what is wrong?”
“where has my happy
baby gone?”
And then – they’re gone
quick as they came
those feely things
without a name.
So bear with me
as I sort through
the hows and whys
of what to do –
of being me –
of being two.
John G. Lawless
9/14/2015
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2015
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