When the monster comes

I remember those good ol' days, though it's not that long ago. Summer, fall, spring, and winter; through all the drought and snow. Scraped knees and fallen leaves, we dreamed with what we had. With a baby sis and dad I missed, and mama's feeling sad. I'll dry your tears and fill your ears with "momma I love you." I'll help feed your baby girl, I'll help her tie her shoes. I'll make her smile, I'll tell her how, she's beautiful like you..

When that sun goes down and the sky it fades. That monster comes, I won't be afraid.

When that monster comes; I won't be afraid. I'll be your little 'man.' I'll do the best I can. Momma, I promise, with tears in my eyes. I'll be your little 'man' do everything that I can. Momma I promise with tears in my eyes.

Reviews

[ashley]

god this killed me, what a sentimental poem; the reiteration at the end got me. lovely work, kirk!

[Carmel Kirk]

Thank you very much! I checked out your work, and that means a great deal coming from you!

[ashley]

oh i'm flattered, thank you! excited to see more content from you :-)