Always stirring my peace with fun!
Always stirring my peace with fun.
Anger and I, truly dear friends,
I’m silent when her talk ascends,
But this time it’s about my son.
He runs around when I say “stop,”
Always stirring my peace with fun.
Stopping at will when I say “hop.”
He mocks my rules, as I'm his son.
Like Da Vinci with a fresh wall,
Like Newton waiting apples fall,
Always stirring my peace with fun,
Until I say I'm truly done.
All is well—I love him a lot,
He is my life, no other thought.
Without his tricks, I’d lose my sun,
Always stirring my peace with fun.
Won the "Quatern - Old or New" contest by Joseph May
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