Momdad Poem by alex haywood
Momdad
Rating: ★3.0
The ocean has claimed her ashes,
The skies the well wishers.
The quartet plays on
alone.
I conduct, I panic
I don't want to be King
I panic, I shop
Fridge full, bellies full, minds dull
To be momdad is hard!
Slowly I sense,
when nothing else,
terrible happens
I relax
let love creep in
and my angels bloom.
Monday, July 31, 2006
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