My sons.

My sons.

A Poem by disgruntled plumber
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5 and nine year old boys and the feelings they cause

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Ben and Chris,

flesh of my flesh, bone of my bone.

Son of my right hand and Christ bearer,

Are they?

Wrestling over who gets the first hug when I come home,

ignoring me when playing Nintendo, sigh.

Heart bursting with pride,

anger flashing thru me.

I love them and want them to leave me alone,

do they?

 

© 2008 disgruntled plumber


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I liked this...a parent with conflicting emotions...imagine that? :-) Not to mention the little Jekyll and Hydes...wresting over the first hug until Nintendo time...then it's all about the game, huh? Yeah, I have a few myself...

Posted 16 Years Ago



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Added on July 23, 2008

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