Still content, just not as before
Do I even wanna write love poems anymore?
Think I’ll drop this scene for now, it’s becoming a bore
not really looking forward to whatever it has in store.
The games, the lies, this world and its wicked ways…
this weariness, makes me wanna just sleep through my days
This cloudy, lingering, disheartening haze,
with its impending doom
It gets this way sometimes
during a moment of self-imposed gloom…
(interrupted by little footsteps entering my room…)
My kid says, ‘Mommy, poems don’t always have to rhyme.’
What do you know kid? You can barely read or write!!
She bursts into hysteric giggles
we run, jump, play, and tickle…
The littlest ones are always so much wiser than we think
they grow so fast, it goes so swiftly, almost within a blink
Oh I could just cry, those sparkling eyes…
what a Blessing she is to me
For this is my heart
I watch her thrive
into the person she is to be
My mischievous little impish soul
with her endless plots to annoy
Oh,This is the love of my life!
This fit-throwin’ little Joy.
Guess that other ‘love’ will have to find Me
somewhere, somehow, some day
But this love, I cherish now
before it up and moves away…
They grow up so fast..