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Child Villanelle Poems | Villanelle Poems About Child

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Child

Remember your fear of the dark, child,
When sleep attempts to steal your sight,
And monsters creep in, tall, sharp and wild.

Sharp teeth, sharp claws, all to make you mild,
They close in, trying to steal your light.
Remember your fear of the dark, child.

Imagine yourself a hero, riled
Up with holy fury and banishing might,
When monsters creep in, tall, sharp and wild.

Hissing, screaming, from your room, exiled,
But not forever, just for the night.
Remember your fear of the dark, child.

When morning came, you childishly reviled
their failed attempt to bring you fright,
When monsters crept in, tall, sharp and wild.

Do not think that they can be beguiled
Into staying away another night.
Remember your fear of the dark, child,
When monster crept in, tall, sharp and wild.


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CHUBBY LITTLE GIRL: Ode to Bria Samone

I love her joyful smile, her hair in 
curls.
A plump round face with chocolate 
on her nose,
for she's her mamas' chubby little 
girl.

What better gift for me in all the 
world,
wrapped in pink with lace and 
purple bows?
I love her joyful smile, her hair in 
curls.

Brown stains caress her mouth in 
one great swirl,
with a drop or two I saw upon her 
toes.
For she's her mamas' chubby little 
girl.

"I made a cake for you" she says, 
the whirls
around the room before she strikes 
a pose.
I love her joyful smile, her hair in 
curls.

"A cake for me?" I ask the precious 
pearl,
I touch her sticky face and spotted 
clothes.
She'll always be my chubby baby 
girl.

Hand in hand around the room we 
twirl, 
when we stop, I laugh and pull her 
close.
I love her joyful smile, her hair in 
curls.
For she's her mamas' chubby little 
girl. 








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Childhood

She has seen things in her life
That no child should have seen
Like powder on the edge of a knife

As mother inhales happiness and exhales strife
The frail child watches those eyes begin to gleam
She has seen things in her life

One the mother was a wife
But once father left mother started to lean
Towards powder on the edge of a knife

Mothers prized possession is that knife
Carefully hidden under the bed an wrapped in jean
She has seen things in her life

Once her father took brothers life
And the recurring losing theme
Led her to powder on the edge of a knife

Now daughter also experiences stffe 
Growing into a fragile teen
She has seen things in her life
Like powder on the edge of a knife 


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After This You Needn't Regret

After this you needn't regret
Your life is bourn as your child today
Voudrais tu une cigarette?

All stakes are high upon this bet
Though grace and patience is all to pay
After this you needn't regret

In warmth and bonds may trust inset
The glow of knowing till egos play
Voudrais tu une cigarette?

Advice wears over for angst's outlet
Never rash nor heavy, never lose light in day
After this you needn't regret

In a wink and a worry in your Autumn set
A thought to the child now grown away
Voudrais tu une cigarette?

Then a day your child takes up the fret
You smile to see their berth and say:
After this you needn't regret
Voudrais tu une cigarette?