Saturday, 4 April 2015


The morning squeal
Is like a whining wheel
Turns at changing speeds
Constancy of a horn
Renting the air torn
Communicating needs

Or wishes, desires
Passionate fires
Of emotions inside
Explosions within
That just can’t be kept in
And you’re along for the ride

These are toddler days
And you know they’re a phase
But energy takes a hit
And despite feeling low
You just go with the flow
Since you can’t ever quit

So you give them hugs
And feel the tugs
At those inner heart strings
You love them down deep
They make you smile, make you weep
Joyous little things

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