Ilene Bauer Poet Rhyme

Spit-Up

My shirt is splotched with spit-up,
Though my shoulder sports a burper.
My clothes are like a kingdom
And my grandson's the usurper.

He drinks his bottle, gives a burp
And then, without a doubt,
A quarter of what just went in
Comes, like a fountain, out.

I really do not mind, but learned
My lesson, truth be told - 
When I'm with Henry, what I wear
Is faded, frayed or old!

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Kathryn Collins February 1, 2014 at 9:19 AM You neglected to mention the sweet sour perfume. Lovely. Never wear a velvet dress on this mission. love you, Kathy Ilene Bauer February 1, 2014 at 9:51 AM thanks, kathy! you're right - that smell is certainly part of the experience. i appreciate your comments...

Vicky Tsiluma January 31, 2014 at 5:44 AM This I like! I love how you've portrayed the image of the kingdom even with the burper - the child rules, the protective detail is rendered useless. Very well penned! Ilene Bauer February 1, 2014 at 9:50 AM thank you, vicky! much appreciated!

Robert Johnson January 30, 2014 at 11:19 PM henry heaver the achiever with the ins and outs. loves to drink all that he can until his belly spouts. :) Ilene Bauer February 1, 2014 at 9:49 AM this comment cracked me up, robert! thank you for it!

Andrea Dietrich January 30, 2014 at 10:57 PM You are a wonder, Ilene. Always being inspired by so many things and the grandkiddies too!! Ilene Bauer February 1, 2014 at 9:49 AM thank you, andrea! i always like to write about things i'm experiencing or reading about. there's a neverending list of things to inspire...

Robert Pettit January 30, 2014 at 9:54 PM Once again, nicely written, Ilene. Your grandson Henry still sounds like a sweetheart. Ilene Bauer February 1, 2014 at 9:48 AM thanks, robert! yes, he's a delight, despite his spitting up all over me!

Jon A Cavanaugh January 30, 2014 at 9:29 PM I haven't been on the soup for sometime but stopped by and found this wonderful new poem of yours. Love it. I especially love the second stanza. How you put it together is awesome. The last line! Marvelous! I am so far behind on reading your poems. I really must try to catch up. Ilene Bauer February 1, 2014 at 9:47 AM it's always wonderful to know that you're reading my poems. i so appreciate your supportive comments, jon!