My Boys!A Poem by Singing BirdThe deliciously exciting and frightening touch on life with my boys.My Boys!
Mud and frogs all over the kitchen table. The yabbies under the boys beds make me think I might even be unstable!
Case moths hanging from the lounge room ceiling. But it's the snails down the lavatory that send me squealing.
Three boys in the house as you can see. Can be such a complete handful even for me.
At times I'm unbelievably lost for words. Some others I'm dying with laughter, doubled up on the boards.
Even if the broken windows and carpet fires leave in tears. It's my heartfelt joy as they fling their arms around my shoulders, and tell me they love me that make up for any and all of my fears.
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Added on April 4, 2013 Last Updated on April 4, 2013 AuthorSinging BirdSurat, Maranoa, AustraliaAbout57year old Female. Been writing poetry since 1986. Am a jeweler. Work with glass, twisted wire and copper foil to make unique lamps, tea lites etc; Do healing art drawings. Sing for my supper. more..Writing
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