Mike Finley

Rookie (July 4,1950 / Flint, Michigan)

Pointless - Poem by Mike Finley

Hot summer night and
my infant daughter has had a fever
and I am up with her now around two
and holding her limp in my arms.

She sees my nipples and plucks them,
and a thin smile forms. She gets
the joke, how useless I am,
thank God she is going to get better.



(1985)

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  • Rookie ***** ********* (5/27/2006 2:03:00 PM)

    They may be pointless Mike, but when squeezed hard, you get the point alright! lol The image you present in this loving little poem is so fatherly and so sweet. I bet she grew up into a beautiful nipple pinching woman! All the best are! Tai (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 27, 2006

Poem Edited: Sunday, January 7, 2007


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