He’s so naughty!
Ohh...he’s run away again!
That constant refrain…
Yet I luv to watch that mischievous grin
To hear the sound of his feet racin’…
To hear him yell “mummmyyyyy!”
To cuddle him…to sing to him…
When he’s tired and sleepy…
He infuriates me at times…
Turns me into a screaming shrew!
No No No…baby No…I yell…
Yet I luv to watch him recite a poem
To rush to his bus stop and get him home…
To buy him that puzzle he luvs to make…
To celebrate his birthdays with the biggest of cake…
What joy he brings…what tears he causes…
To all at home…the center of attraction…
Making us laugh…making us angry…
He’s such a lovable distraction…
I luv to watch him grow…
I luv him so much…u know….
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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