Friday Poetry for 08 December 2017





From the vault. The note in the original file is that it’s on the occasion of my almost ten-month-old son’s third cold. He’ll be turning 19 shortly.
Few things shake your soul
Like a baby with a cold
Pick me up, put me down
Turn me over, turn me around
Go away, come here, go away
No, wait, I want you to stay
I’m tired, can’t sleep
I’m hungry, won’t eat
I’m thirsty, won’t drink
Just pour the milk down the sink
Short naps in the bed
Rub my tummy, rub my head
Daddy’s tired, needs a rest
Mama-mama (likes her best)
Cry and scream, scream and cry
Daddy needs a quiet place to lie
Mommy’s home, at last, at last
Pass the baby, quickly, fast
Daddy sits and sighs, he’s rather glad
Then comes the scream, I want my dad!






