This is for my son :-)
“One look from papa...
One spanking from granma…
One scolding from granpa...
And that familiar wail...
Mamma...
Toys strewn all over...
Running helter skelter...
For cover...
When he's caught...
His lil’ face with fear fraught...
And he yells again...
Mamma...
Strokes of his crayons…
Writing A B C…
Smile on his face…
And a Star…
In his copy…
And he shouts in glee
Mamma…
Cute...sweet...adorable...
Precious...huggable...kissable...
Giggles...laughter...
Stories of here ever after...
He sighs...
Sleep in his eyes...
I hear it…again…
As he whispers softly…
Mamma…”
Being Me...
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*I find myself swinging. *
*Not on a playground swing. *
*Not high on dope. But on life. *
*Swinging into extremes...*
*One minute I feel I can let it al...
10 years ago
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