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Details | Light Poetry |
It’s not enough to have a Dragon plus his penguins and pigeons, too?
Darn it! I had a limit, until a cute Cuddling Cricket found my shoe.
He was just a little baby, who saw the pigeons and decided to hide.
Now, he won’t let go of my pants leg; he’s definitely along for the ride.

The first time I saw him, I Eeekk’ed and I jumped, yep, about to pounce.
But at my response he sighed, and slumped, and he began to cry, at once!
At first I couldn’t believe it, so I pulled out my magnifying glass.
What I found were soulful eyes, and a face, so very cute, but sad.

So now when I stand, A Cuddling Cricket, comes along for the ride.
Yeah, he’s now part of the family… Well, of course! Sigh! I replied…
He sleeps in a cute little plastic bug box, with a matchbox for a bed.
But it’s hard to explain, to others found, in my life, which have fled.

I bring a magnifying glass, so they can see him bow so proper and nice.
But carrying my Cuddling Cricket around, does have a certain price!
Food stores aren’t very understanding, and restaurants, Not At All! Truly!
But the paparazzi seem to understand a Cuddling Cricket, completely!

He does have his own type of novelty as he carries around his blankie!
And he’s just a baby, who needs a Mom, and of course, his little binkie!
Honestly, I’m not kidding! There’ve been a few, strange turns, in my life.
But, if I have Trolls and Dragon, then a Cuddling Cricket seems, so right!

Copyright © Carol Eastman | Year Posted 2014

Details | Light Poetry |
Touch Me Touch Me I Wanna Feel Your Body!

Touch me touch me I desire your gentle caress Feel me, feel me As I move deep within Kiss me kiss me On the belly, all over me In the dark, in the dark I desire your sweet soothing words Your heart beats along with my mine My love is held by angel’s string So this is the night This is the time I wanna feel your body I wanna feel your hands Wrapped around me As I enter this world From the darkness to light Here I am Momma momma Touch me hold me Caress me and hold your breast I am the creation of your loves delight! Thank you Momma For creating another soul!

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2015

Details | Light Poetry |
Around this time of year
Our families draw near
They gather side by side.

Young and old they meet
And munch on tasty treats
Around the fireside.

A conversation starts
The subject quickly parts
A gap a generation wide.

The men get more intense
The women are incensed
They exit and they cry.

But grandma has a plan
She does all that she can
And quickly runs outside.

She finds her new grand babe
In mama's arms and says
"He's needed there inside!"

She brings the baby in
All eyes are turned to him
His smile a mile wide. 

A calm is then restored
Old arguments ignored
Hearts melt away their pride.

A child brought them peace
Just like the Prince of Peace
Back then one starry night.

Copyright © Laura Leiser | Year Posted 2014

Details | Light Poetry |

Two cute little angels
Blue beautiful eyes
To heaven they soar
The stars glow
One heart beat
One heart can burst

Quiet sleep
Loss and pain
Soft kisses
Nothing is forgotten
Two hearts beats
Two hearts can burst

The joy was great
The loss tremendously
A mom and dad
Without happiness
One last minute
Their hearts beats
but ... have burst

Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved

Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2017

Details | Light Poetry |
Pull your blanket up my child
I know you are so very tired
Let momma tuck you in to dream
Of running free in meadows green

Copyright © Patricia L Graham | Year Posted 2014

Details | Prose Poetry |
Your loveliness, Your voice, Your tone of skin, The color of your lips, The softness of your Careless beauty, All are memories etched Into my mind and soul. I suffer everyday, I love you babe. Even though so far away Alone at night When I look to the sky And think about you, Then ask myself why ? I'm in love with you. I have a picture of you Scorched in my mind Only to find you, Even in the collyrium, Lamp-black darkness. Your love surrounds me Stupendous galore. A sense of completion And overflowing pride. Feel the same my babe You are loved so much. __________________ Thank you for reading. Chitta.

Copyright © Chittaranjan Dey | Year Posted 2012

Details | Light Poetry |
Picture frame
Two Lillies are on the corner of the frame
It was a present to my husband and me
I never really liked it but it is there
For all that visit, to see.
A little boy in a garden so grand
He’s holding a baby and kissing her hand
The baby loves him she smiles up in awe
As she looks up at the little boys jaw.
He is quiet and seems almost shy
But this baby has touched his heart.
Who knows why?
They sit on the lawn content with each other
Their eyes are locked as a sister and brother
They don’t move in this picture of mine
But I can feel the sun on their little backs shine.
This picture frame, I dislike an unwanted gift so ugly
Has pride of place in my room so that I can see
The warmth and the love that emanates
From this picture positioned in the best place.

Copyright © Mandy Tams The Golden Girl | Year Posted 2011

Details | I do not know? |
Dull becomes the page, when there's nothing left to say 

When the classroom is empty and the projector, blank

Their halls echoing of silence these voices now gone ?

Autumn's past hope's inspiration dead as, Winter dawns....

Gathering his pens a felt unto the chalkboard's place one final 

Mark amid her farewell to impart but a happy trace ~

As turning out their lights closing this door; upon time's

Crossing a vacant lot: leaving, your world all it's colours, behind....


....“When The Poetry Fades Away” ~

Copyright © Jeremy Street | Year Posted 2014

Details | Sonnet |
We wrote poetry in the early dawn
I tasted each line through your parted lips
Desire was penned in whispers softly drawn
Your hand inked strokes upon my curvy hips

We kissed while reciting words of passion
Our tongues murmured love sonnets in reply
Ardent verses are always in fashion
Each breath we took,  a pleasurable sigh

I lay beside you, head on your broad chest
Listening to Quatrains in rhythmic beats
The beauty of prose sang within my breast
Romanticism written on silk sheets

Imagery remains inside my heart
Love is a journal of poetic art

          June 24th 2017
Mystic Rose: Sonnet Contest

Copyright © Lin Lane | Year Posted 2017

Details | Light Poetry |
you or best yet
i have no regret
think and winking
my eyes blinking
it make me wet

Copyright © kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ballad |
As the sunsets at the end of the day,
And the night begins to fall,
So, does all the dreams of all the little children,
In their own wonderlands of their own,
Wishing and thinking of great things to come,
Hoping their parents will make these dreams come alive,
Cause dreams to children should become bright and gleam,
And all to them more than just alive,
All children want is hopes and dreams to become true,
But if you can teach them how to work hard at them,
They too can make their dreams become their own reality,
For any one person works hard enough,
At what they want in life,
They can have any one thing they want,
All they have to do is work really hard to make it real,
For believers can believe in themselves,
And strive to work toward making their own goals,
Their very own come true,
Which gives more satisfaction in life,
Than things being handed to you,
So always strive for the best,
And all your wishes and dreams can come true,
In your life if you want them too.

Copyright © John Hembree | Year Posted 2013

Details | Light Poetry |
     Yanny Widjanarko - Baby Ken Austen

    Nothing is a greater gift than to be a mother 
    Growing in the womb - the first 9 months of his life 
    A warm and cozy place right under a happy heart 
    Associates a bond with tenderness and love 
    An indescribable love so pure and full of honesty 
    Finally the day came - mother got stomach ache 
    A little angel came to the world - a shapely baby boy 
    Ken Austen became his beautiful name 
    Your mom spreads over your carpet - kiss you on your cheek 
    Outside your window I see the moon watching over you 
    Good wishes I send you in my heart 
    When you sleep ....

    - Dedicate this poem to: Yanny Widjanarko - And Baby Ken Austen 
    - Congratulations and welcome to the world

A-L Andresen : )

Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |
Priceless pearl
my hidden diamond
love's sweet jewel

Heaven sent
Angelic countenance
Beauty so pure

Lovely daughter
your character delights
my devotion forever

Heartbeat on screen
My unbelief ceased
the moment
first squeezed my finger

Copyright © Christina Holmes | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
            My Son Moon and Star ~

        Approaching the celebration of his Birth 
                cherishing the gift I received 
           within weeks of conception I knew
            something amazing was in Creation ~

            the Stars held a party
            sending me with one of their own  
    Gazing at 3 shooting stars twinkling crossing the sky   
       It was magic  It was destiny taking its flight.  

           In love with an October full moon 
               drawing and painting I liked 
             thinking of Vincent Van Gogh ~
                caught in a loss of time 

          Hours going by as choosing my color  
           a wittness to three falling stars 
             A clear night sky sparkle's
           A once Famous Star was sent 
            inspiring the tiny child inside ~ 

           Never a doubt in my mind at all     
       child bearing was worth any pain received
      yours will be in a pursuit of a dream ~
             one to cherish and hold
          My Son was born the following August ~

    working on the set of Grimm 3rd season this year  
         as the set of Leverage for 3 years .

              Has done a Indie movie here  
             In Paris it was seen and honored
             coming soon filmed in Portland ~
                 "The House of Last Things "

        awaiting the credits , you will see
    1st Assistant Director ~ production assistant 
                 My Young Lion Mans dream ~
        A proud mom I watch every show and the credits 

        as foretold in a whisper to me 25 years ago
              My Son &  Moon and Star  
               A name you will all know ~

            Happy Birthday to my creative Son
             you will exist in my heart forever~
                        and thereafter               

Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013

Details | Light Poetry |
Let me tell you about, this girl I know, that has a heart colder than snow. She live's the life of the street's, that's all she know's, that's all she could be! She stay making move's... It's now time, to play the game by her own rule's! She drops out of school, in the tenth grade... Money is what she know's, money is what she made! Get's engage to the street's, tried of all the lame's, tried of the weak! Her life was remade, It's now time to pave a new way! Reborn... right from of the grave, of life! All chip's in... She just rolled the dice! Here come's new life... At the age of fifteen, here come's a new scene! Her first son was made... Now it's time to step up the game! Had three car's, all in her name... The car's was never legit, A chop shop, made all those serial number's fit! As her baby boy, had the Jordan's he couldn't even began to fit! Paying all the bill's, even the rent. Both brother's on the block,... for the crib, wouldn't get hot! A dopefiend dream, If you know what I mean! Living the life...like scarface wife! Pushing key's of coke, rocking fur coat's! Going on boat ride's, with white guy's! Now the landlord, smoke's... Renting the Lexus, for a dub of coke! *****es envious, Nigga's is scarred! Fronting' pound's, to help nigga's get on! Baby's momma's, eating out of plams. Wishing they can take her on! Her baby daddy, is proud to have her on his arm! Living the life.... Coming from the project's, to owning, complex's. Strugling from being a minority, coming from society, living in poverty! ... Copping to Drug Court, while other's do, 2- 4! She's taking trip's, Living lavish, Looking flawless, Living hood rich! Devoted to the game, living all the hood fame! Putting, Erica Cane' to shame!.... My swagger so tight, It's cutting into you, like a knife! You can feel it swelling,..... Cause your girl "TWANNA" is so ....... "OVERWHELMING"...

Copyright © twanna Irisha | Year Posted 2011

Details | Light Poetry |
its frim make it turn
the world go around
up and down
its gods thing
that bring
not mabe  babies
its under stood

Copyright © kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr | Year Posted 2014

Details | Light Poetry |
With every breath that I have in me, I can't wait to see, that very same look you gave, to get me. The look that every women wait's to see, the look that tell's me, you like what you see! That look you gave me, that keep's me here, to this day! The look that I never want to go away. When you look at me, I feel like our love will stay. Every soft touch, that I began to love so much. Every little whisper, that make's my lip's quiver. Every little moan, that get's me weak to the bone. I love your sweet breath, when you kiss me on the neck, with that "oh" so gently peck. You know you hit the right spot, when my knee's begen to rock, and if my knee's rock, that's my "G" spot. You just became the best nigga, for the job that live's on the block. Can't no other nigga begen to take your spot! Like Bonnie, and Clyde the best two pair, to get better with time! Our love grow's like the river flow's, and we bob, and we weave, and we float like a butterfly, and we sting like a bee. Baby open your wing's, and fly with me! Where going straight to the top, and we can't be stop! I'll call you butterscotch, and I'll be you limondrop. We're both to pieces of eye candy, **** around and give them all a cavity! Baby, I'm really beginning to like what I see, because your bringing the best, up out of me! No need for an apology, this is all so voluntarily, from my heart, to sociolgy. I don't feel guilty cause, I'm in love with a pimp, you know, like I know, that I'm the shit! I call my self superfly, I'm in love with a nigga who live's to ride or die! Let the truth be told, from the depth of my soul.... "Ohh Baby"

Copyright © twanna Irisha | Year Posted 2011

Details | Free verse |
My Darling Girl, 

your big dark eyes  met mine

against your pale skin and yellow hair

this name sang in my heart, Susan,

my Black-Eyed Susan.

A wild flower you’ll be, you’ll be a

kind friend,

loving wife,

strong mother,

sweet grandmother

and always you’ll be

my darling girl, my Black-Eyed Susan

Copyright © Alicia Lambert | Year Posted 2013

Details | Prose Poetry |

An innocent small girl is crying on the roadside
her face seems very candid and
expressions look naïve, but
nobody knows the cause of her sadness and 
and no one can ever feel 
the hidden wounds inside her heart 
Why does she scream?
Why does she shed painful tears?
Her eyes are tired of crying and
her tears are frozen
today there is no one to wipe her tears
maybe she is missing her childhood
when she used to insist on Barbie Doll
holding the fingers of her mother
and holding the hand of the father
used to chase butterflies in the garden
Used to kiss the droplets of rain
while floating a paper boat in the pond
Will her days come back?
Listening to mother's lullaby at midnight
used to fly with the fairies in the blue sky
Maybe she is still crying
now her tears must be tired
she still is waiting for her parents to come
But she does not know that
her parents will never return
God has called them to heaven
because her parents, at the hands of cruel terrorism,
have been killed 
in the Menchester Bomb Blast
on 22nd May 2017.
Let us pray that the soul of her parents
rest in piece!

(By Kishan Negi)

Copyright © KISHAN NEGI | Year Posted 2017

Details | Light Poetry |
its what it take
to lift the weight
and walk alone
as you go on on
 this is not mabe
if you have  baby
its easy on the shoulder
to have a

Copyright © kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
Growing too big for the egg It pushes out With all its strength and might So naive of the outside world Yet so determined to push through the shell And leave its comfort zone To see new world Scribbles, tinkles, sprinkles, twinkle twinkle Innocent eyes see the light The feathers make little moves The legs straighten out The beak toughen Making little sounds Songs of freedom, songs of new dawn, songs of flight Mama bird guides it through Feeding styles Hunting tactics Feelings of depthness Staying active Lessons of, reasons to, seasons for It heeds the advice It follows its instincts And lets the words flow Far beyond the paper Like a baby bird Growing and flying higher

Copyright © njeri hunjeri | Year Posted 2015

Details | ABC |
Once upon a time, you were so good to me,
and you were proud, you wanted everyone to see,
and I did shine like a penny that is new,
or a brand new dime, I think I meant the world to you.

Will you still love me when my carburator's busted?
When my radiator springs a leak or two?
Will you let the other fella repossess me,
just because what's under my hood isn't new?

Will you still want me when my oil pan starts drippin?
Or if ah'll need a lot of anti-freeze?
Will you dump me if I get a little rusty?
Oh tell me baby will you still love me?

It's been a while since you took me for a spin,
or touched me like, you did way back when,
it makes me think, that somewhere down the road,
you're not gonna want me much after ah get old...

Will you still love me when my carburator's busted?
when my radiator springs a leak or two?
will you let the other fella repossess me,
just because what's under my hood isn't new?

Will you still want me when my oil pan starts drippin?
Or if ah'll need a lot of anti-freeze?
will you dump me if I get a little rusty?
Oh tell me baby , will you still love me?

Copyright © sarah smith | Year Posted 2011

Details | Light Poetry |
I see her form
Her little frame
Shoulders hunched while crouched at children's games.
An easy smile, a heart felt giggle
Loose tangles tumble to the floor.
That tiny thing, such precious being,
Never once concerned with others' thoughts.
A father's deepest dream and goal,
That kindness, her naturally giving soul,
And thirst for knowledge be her special treasures.
And these in place of worldly pressures
Be the only way she measures
Her beauty.

Copyright © Tom Browning | Year Posted 2015

Details | Light Poetry |
My sweet little baby..... My sweet little baby, when you were born into my life you made me to forget my worries and strife I can recollect the day your mother and me met and we prayed God to have a lovely little baby like you Our God pleased with our prayers and given you to us Now, I daily thank God and forever will be in his debt Today you are such a precious child who bright our home I see your two tiny feet that cycle in the air and your tiny hands are pulling your hair. Your sweet little face brings joy to us and we forget the world When I get up in the morning then you are fastest sleep When I say good night then you don't allow me to sleep You want me to hold and tucked up against my chin Your mother wants me to write a poem about you but what can I write about you when you are the poem You are my shining star I reach to hold you around and hugs you with my love that I have blessed for. That's the joy of parenthood we have for a while. Ravi Sathasivam / Sri Lanka All rights are reserved

Copyright © Ravi Sathasivam | Year Posted 2013

Details | Prose Poetry |
Somebody’s Baby, lie still 
Embalmed in pure white cotton, 
Cocooned securely, like the babe in arms 
within the shroud. 
Seraphim cavort no more upon a form  
once touched with shades of youthful innocence.

Somebody’s Baby, be sure.
Your time for dreams now spent,
No future beckons only time captured frame by frame,
Frozen in vulgar technicolor;
Close Up; Explicit, depicting genre yet unclassified;
The epic over exposed.
Somebody's Baby, be silent.
Grey and gnarled  imposter in the cot
Metamorphosis contrives a landscape dry and gnarled.
No more seductress of tender ministry;
Solitary, silently; endures the travesty
Of human demise.

Copyright © CAROL ROBINSON | Year Posted 2007

Details | Prose Poetry |
Incredible! Where could little girl of her age be going under this cold weather at this hour barefootedly and bareheadedly?What could have sent a poor girl she was to street with just oversized slippers she inherited form her mother, poor enough, jettisoned on this two line express road?These and many more were  concerns that agitated my mind.I therefore chose to spy or should i say monitor her;i wanted to know where she would enter and possibly  who she was,stealthily i followed her.It appeared she knew where she was going,the poor girl walked straight without betraying any sign of  lost of destination.Exactly  twenty minutes now that I had been following her,we had passed many streets:Macualy street, Kingsway  and the popular Lord Lugard Avenue yet she moved on.It was at the junction between Broard street and UAC that she forked right; she looked back,i quickly blocked her view as i hid me behind one abandoned lorry in my front,she did not see me. It took us another ten minutes before she suddenly stopped,in her front now was  the city refuse dump were disused items were deposited; she rolled up her cloth and brought out a  jute sack; she opened the sack and brought out a sickle and moved with a zeal to the hill of garbage. I stood behind a container that was put there long time ago by the Council for refuse collection,it was now overfilled           with refuse and this gave me an advantage to hide behind it without been seen by the girl;needless to say how stinking it was,yet i befriended it,it was the only shield i needed now. For almost an hour she was searching through the hill ,it was not too easy for her; first,it was almost dark now, again, the whole hill had been covered with snow but she was using the sickle to wipe away the white substance anywhere she suspected that what she was looking for was. As she was searching she was picking somethings and dropping them in the sack which  was now  half-full . Again, she bent down but this time she did not pick anything rather she dropped the sickle in her hand and began to look at her sole, within few seconds she started coming down from the hill; what could have happened to her sole? At the base of the hill she sat down and held tightly her sole,now I could see her clearer,drops of blood were flowing down off her heel. I could now longer hide myself,i was moved by the sadness that appeared on her innocent face,poor still, she did not know what to do.
I quickly ran to her,she was shocked to see me but still held tightly  her sole. I did not waste  time on introduction but went straight to ask her what had happened to her sole,she told me a broken bottle had cut her there. I bent down to look at the cut,it was not too deep,but deep enough to  affect the poor girl if something was not quickly done. Luckily  i had a nylon- water on me, i opened it, washed the cut and bound it with a new handkerchief I had earlier bought to use the following day when I would be attending the first church service of the year. It was not a perfect first aid but a non perfect  aid was better than none . Now I asked her who she was and what was she doing where we were. She introduced herself as Lisa, nine years and that she was looking for plastics and other polythene materials that she could sell at recycling factory. I asked why she had to do that  she said she and her grandmother had not even a brot at home and if she did not do this certainly they would be starved.  Wondering why she should be responsible for that i pressed , "what about your parents?" " My mother had been abducted by the terrorists who  killed my father and my two brothers three years ago."  Big air escaped my nostrils as I became rock-still with this unpalatable bombshell. Seconds later I gathered myself,brought Lisa up and told her I would help her back home. She thanked me for the help but insisted that she would not be going home now,she must first go to the factory to exchange her stock for money. " it is too late Lisa, i don't think any factory will still be opened by now,besides you now have a cut on your sole", i explained. "The pay master in the factory had promised to wait for me till 10pm, i already had stock with him ,i just needed to add some weight to reach the required purchase-level,i must not fail on my terms lest he loses the confidence that for more than two years now,he has in me ; besides, grandma", she paused as if she remembered a thing, " tomorrow is new year, i have promised her good meal tomorrow" ; her voice cracked as if she wanted to cry,emotion envloped me as the word grandama reverbrated in my ears; my mind wandered about : poor girl,wretched old woman; how many millions of Lisa and her grandma were out there for the stupidity of some? My eyes became red and urge filled my mind,the zeal to confront terrorism,the joy of Christmas and new year in me evaporated; what was merriment of Christmas with millions of Lisa there? What was happiness of new year with millions of her grandma in our World?

Copyright © KAYOD5 Kayode | Year Posted 2014

Details | Light Poetry |
as you go
walk slow
set your pace
baby be

Copyright © kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr | Year Posted 2011

Details | Light Poetry |
Baby gecko on the wall
You are so very, very small.
Have you come inside to play?
Or just to pass the time away?

Does your mother know you’re here?
Or is she searching everywhere.
She must be frantic with emotions reeling
While you’re just walking on my ceiling.

If I catch you, and put you out
Will you know your way about?
If you go through a different door
You won’t see your mother anymore.

So I’ll have to let you stay
To wander on your merry way.
I hope one day you’ll be big and strong
And stay outside, where you belong

Copyright © Patrick Maitland | Year Posted 2012

Details | Light Poetry |


Look out world – here I
come – I am a new-born
baby royal – 
I do intend to tour the
UK – and play and dig
in the soil.

I can now see the world
from my baby eyes – I
can’t believe the sights – 
Why are the media 
all around – and causing
lots of fights?

My daddy is making silly
noises – gurgle, gurgle,
and gurgle;
‘And as I glance at my
mummy – she’s struggling
with her girdle!’

Now, look out folks, here
I come – and get those 
camera’s ready,
For goodness sake – do it
right – hold it really steady!

The world’s gone potty – 
everyone’s cheering – are
they cheering me?
Oh, I see, there’s an 
election on – now I need
a wee!! 

I see the fuss of the people
now – and they expect me 
to be happy;
‘If they could smell what
I can smell – I’ve messed in
my little nappy!!’

Mum and dad have gone
to claim child benefit just
for me – 
I hope they get some tax
credits too – they may get
them for free!!

May I present my title now – 
I am a Princess Baby – 
My name is Charlotte 
Elizabeth Diana – Oh, I feel
quite dainty!

They say; ‘welcome to
the world’ – I hear them
all shouting – 
Maybe I should milk all
this – I think I’ll just
start pouting!!

Baby George - move you’re
ass – I want to have a feed – 
Mummy’s boobs are now
all tired – we’ll have to curb
our greed!       

I have arrived in force for
you – as the nation all shouts;
“HIYA” –  
I have been christened a
lovely name; ‘The Princess’
Charlotte Elizabeth Diana.’


Copyright © Darryl Ashton | Year Posted 2015

Details | Light Poetry |
Fathers and Sons
A father is a hero to his little boy
The son is the world, dads pride and joy.
As the boy grows, he is sad to find,
His dad is not perfect, and to his faults he’s not blind.
Dads look around at this new man in the house,
Is there need for jealousy between him and his spouse?
This baby boy goes from boy to a half man,
The dad feel a bit threatened but does what he can.
This new birth of a man, he watches over,
He struggles with all the new things that seem to take over.
This baby boy, he can no more understand
Until his father reminds him of his own manly stand.
When he dyed his hair red, and bought cowboy boots.
From jumping canal locks, just for the hoots.
He takes stock of his memories, and looks at his son
With striped hair and rings in nose and ears - yes each one.
He pats him on the shoulder and says ‘Son I love you.’
I cannot wait for a grandson or two.
Just so you see what we dads have to go through,
So when you have sons of you own, I can help you.

Copyright © Mandy Tams The Golden Girl | Year Posted 2011