Yes… that is noteworthy because I don‘t write poetry. And I’m so pleased with it (ish) that I’m going to post it here for your enjoyment.
Tiny hands, tiny feet
Chubby fingers raised to meet
My face, my cheek, my lips, my nose
The flutter of my heartbeat goes
Tap, tap, tap, ratta, tatta, tat tat
There is no purer joy than that
Toothless grin, burbling laugh
My life to date has been but half
Of what it is now every day
I hope it can remain this way
Boom, boom, badda badda, boom boom
Each smile gives me cause to swoon
Twelve long months, a sleepless year
Through all the time I felt the fear
That I would not be good enough
The role of ‘mother’ would be too tough
But…
Thump, thump, a thumpa dump dump
To their every need I’ll gladly jump
There. 🙂 And if any of you are any good with titles, give me a hand here. I’ve no idea what to call this.
Cheers! ^_^
[ Smiles ] Hey, call it anything that you like; after all, you wrote it!
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Heh, I guess so! Shame I’m so bad at coming up with titles for my own work!
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[ Laughs ] Come on, you can do it. You just need to use your imagination!
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Haha! Supposedly that’s not something I’m lacking either! I’ll give it some thought. 🙂
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[ Laughs ] Please do!
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The boys have you writing poetry. What will it be next? I’m thinking you’ll be writing some bedtime stories for them!
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I did make up my own ‘ghetto’ version of Cinderella the other day. O.o Makes me wish I’d written it down, but I made it up on the fly.
Ho hum, I’ll have to work on it! 🙂
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Lovely and great to hear you read it aloud. I don’t ‘do’ poetry either, so I know how you feel!
Kelly’s Eye – Writing, Music, Life
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