My sonsA Poem by A. FiorilloFor the moms and dads! :) xo
Two little boys that relentlessly play
Making hideaway forts Through the night and the day Begging me to stay out of their way Dirt piles up as if there were ghosts Playing tricks to keep me on my toes Dirty laundry that's up to my nose Smeared muddied faces from playing outside Racing up and down stairs As one seeks and one hides Living room wrestling from time to time Laughter from the other room As I sip tea and dance with my broom I catch a glimpse and not a moment to soon Two boys grown and my heart goes BOOM! © 2015 A. FiorilloReviews
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2 Reviews Added on June 19, 2015 Last Updated on June 19, 2015 AuthorA. FiorilloNarragansett , RIAboutI love to inspire and be inspired. So naturally I'm drawn to inspirations but recently discovered I also love romantic poems. And although I am just starting to explore my writing, when I'm in the zon.. more..Writing
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