"little Souls Need Mercy"
Behold, my little hands,
Behold my little body,
Not many, I cans,
Still need chair to potty.
Still need my bottle,
Still need my crib,
Mom cut back the throttle,
No need to fib.
Give a little time to grow,
A little time to grow up,
Plenty of time to sow,
I need of milk to sup.
I am of love, a gift,
A soul, quite new,
So neat and quit spiffy,
Often times I do spew.
At times I need a diaper,
I need many hugs,
At times still need a wiper,
I love to eat bugs.
Whoever’s to know,
Whatever you sow,
Will parents blow,
Or will love grow!
New souls, no voice,
Thus they had no choice,
Who’s child to be,
Will love grow, we’ll see!!
For Contest: One For The Kiddies
In Honor of: Joe Flach
Copyright © John Freeman | Year Posted 2010
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