Wet towels,
Fed up scowls,
a dirty floor and
markered door.
The light left on,
the bread is gone.
Dried up playdoh,
homework-don'tcha know?
The toys!
The noise!
The boys! and girl
Dirty socks,
rocks, rocks, rocks,
spilled juice and
a missing caboose.
The puzzle pieces,
torn shirts,
action figures,
stained skirts.
The burping and
slurping, the tooting
and hooting.
Lost DVD's,
scratched CD's
the laundry piles
and sticky smiles.
All of these things to me
have shown,
I do not go through this life
alone.
*
CS
Fed up scowls,
a dirty floor and
markered door.
The light left on,
the bread is gone.
Dried up playdoh,
homework-don'tcha know?
The toys!
The noise!
The boys! and girl
Dirty socks,
rocks, rocks, rocks,
spilled juice and
a missing caboose.
The puzzle pieces,
torn shirts,
action figures,
stained skirts.
The burping and
slurping, the tooting
and hooting.
Lost DVD's,
scratched CD's
the laundry piles
and sticky smiles.
All of these things to me
have shown,
I do not go through this life
alone.
*
CS
7 comments:
That sounds like a poem that should be in the book "Where the Sidewalk Ends!" AWESOME!! I love it!
I second Naomi! Woot woot! I love the ending.
:D
And I bet you wouldn't have it any other way. :)
Life is good!
Keep writing. :)
I love this!
Can I hang this in my kitchen?
Thank you Naomi, Vannah and Janet and Erin!
Erin,
You may.
LOVE this!
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