If you have never felt a hug given by a pair of tiny little choppers
Then you have spent life wanting for a hug that's especially proper
The hands of little's know better than us all
That ten digits are stronger when forming a ball
Hold them extra close when they stretch out those arms
For they hug with purposely immeasurable charms
Those images created by kiddos that are the spitten
Of what we all looked like not in gloves but mittens
Categories:
spitten, blessing, child, childhood, cute,
Form: Free verse
Spittin Out The Seeds
Back when I was just a boy, in the summer stores were sellin
Whole ones, halfs and quarters of ice cold watermelon
My mom would sometimes bring one home and cut off some slices
Send us out on the back steps, leave us to our devices
I’d bite into the sweet, cold flesh, juice dripping on my shirt
While capturing the melon seeds, spittin them in the dirt
Spitten out the seeds you see, was really half the fun
To see how far we could make them fly, until the treat was done
Oh, those were the good years, too bad they long have past
Seems like all the simple things never seem to last
The things we liked to do back then are different than today
The ice cold watermelon has long since gone away
But life has object lessons, if attention we will pay
That even the most simple things stay with us yet today
Each time I hear from people who are quick to list my needs
I simply save the good stuff, while spittin out the seeds
Categories:
spitten, introspection, life, nostalgia
Form: Rhyme