Born the sixteeth of july
Neither of us then to know
The sound of a babies cry
The birth of bambino
With a little button nose
Tiny hands and tiny feet
A struggle to find clothes
Fitting him nice and neat
As he was just so minute
But born a little premature
And he is just so cute
You cant help but adore
Six weeks ,five days early
Neither of us would know
Who we named Zachary
Often called little bambino
Written july august 2015 a tribute to son zack
This original full version of bambino...was not going to out on here at time as felt personal
Born on sixteenth of july
Neither of us then to know
Nodoubt the apple of our eye
Watching him now grow
Sometimes with his mum and l
Getting lost in play like "peepo"
His mum singing him a lullabie
Rocking him two and thow
Looking at us wondering why
It is now time pack up and go
The sound of his laugth or crie
The birth of little bambino
Just little ex certs from another write
Back in 2014
GROWING PAINS
Out of despair man was bred
To be cared for was the aim
Striving to become gods, man lost it
The love once shared now forfeit
Man’s life now a fraction of the original!
In pain Mothers accouch
In pleasure fathers permeate(procreate)
The “bambino” first seen by the accoucheuse
Unrivaled is the mother’s love despite despair.
Her joy is here!
Forgotten is the pain of the mother
Before her is the fruit of her labor
Boundless Joy engulfs her
Her despair has yielded a gift.
Hours turn days, Man is not seen!
Lapsed is the bundle and it’s carrier
As the Procreator wines in a new world.
In shame the bundle is taken home,
To a father who is lost in his own webs.
She could leave, but Love for the infant prevails
Baseball's always had me by the proverbial short curlies
Since a very young duffer, even more than young girlies
Even now that I'm old
Though my body's not cold
The Bambino's number three, I still wear his jersey
Baseball's always had me by the proverbial short curlies
Since a very young duffer, even more than young girlies
Even now that I'm old
Though my body's not cold
The Bambino's number three, I still wear his jersey
Baseball's always had me by the proverbial short curlies
Since a very young duffer, even more than young girlies
Even now that I'm old
Though my body's not cold
The Bambino's number three, I still wear his jersey
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