Boo

Boo

I could draft a ballad
about how you’re my new muse.
How, if I need inspiration,
I have, and will never lose
how you make me feel creative
whilst singing lullabies.
Though I could convince you,
sometimes it would be a lie.

I could pen a poem
about how you puke on me.
How, through anxious perspiration,
you sap all my energy.
How I long for a sedative
whilst rocking you to sleep.
I could draw that picture
but it wouldn’t be complete.

Oh, I could write a story
about your duality.
How, charming or terrorising,
you hold a monopoly
over my fortunes, reactive:
You command my heart and head.
I could record it all,
but instead I’m off to bed.

babychilddadfather sonrhyme

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Beata Agustin

August 9, 2025 at 12:02 AM

Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.