Bathing With Minnows Poem by Vallerie Lobell
Bathing With Minnows
I just got up when I heard the water come on,
Been listening to ya'll yacking since dawn,
Jordan wearing his favorite shorts in the tub,
Minnows swimming around in the hub-bub,
Where do ya'll come up with all this stuff?
Netting and feeding minnows ain't enough?
But ya'll must be fair with all ya'll catching,
The lizards bathed too and came out retching,
Ya'll say the cat accidently took a swim,
Jordan said curiousty got the better of him,
Levi says he fed the cat,
He doesn't know where dog food's at,
There's toys from the closet all over the floor,
But ya'll have moved on to something more,
Gonna have to stand there like a drill sargeant again,
Make ya'll pick up like little men,
There is no sense in living in this mess,
Ya'll will grow up one day I guess,
And when ya'll walk out through the door,
Life will still have many chores,
There will be jobs and families to feed,
You too will want your kids to heed,
What you say and pick up all they take out,
Then you will know what my life was about,
I am not upset, not complaining,
How much time with ya'll is remaining?
Just take some wisdom as you go,
And remember how I loved ya'll so,
nice poem enjoyed it typical house with kids you must love it story told well
that was good...and i sent something in ur inbox...also tell alot of people to read my poems...i also have a new poem! ! !
This one is so cute~A little comedy here and good form and flow to match~this I could picture you performing live :)
odd how you dont realise what you have until its gone got past the parenting and the grandparenting but stll enjoying the great grandparentingIf only for the peace when he goes home
Io so mch enoyed reading this piece! It gave me a ((smile)) and was entertaining and yet true of how we feel sometimes when we are feeling all we do is cook, clean and take care of others... great title that drew me in with just the perfect imagery! . keep sharing as U write well, Shelley
The title made me think I was going fishing...except I use my own brand of lures...Minnows talk back...Mr. Wiffle doesn't. My wife is busy crying...because our only child has left and the house is big and empty. I got her a bird....maybe minnows?
The title pulled me in and the words sketched scenes I can recall as a dad. They are grown now. I miss the mess. The time they pulled the soap dish off the wall using it for a handle. thanks again, good work
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Awwww Vallerie, this is sooo sweet. How much time indeed? They grow up so fast, and get into lots and lots of mischief (giggle) . But we treasure the days we have with them, even when we scold them to pick up after themselves (giggle) , or not to get their clothes dirty on Sunday, or a school day. Our children are so precious to us no matter how old they get. You made my heart glad today with this light romp through life. Thank you so much for sharing this. Barbara