When did the the economic determinists determine That my job is useless A Mother. A lover you say? Oh. That is au fait. We can watch you. Admire. Fan our thoughts with your fire. No one need conspire. A Lover! … Continue reading
Two hands strong and warm and brown puckered with veins perfect in old age Beloved. Two hands thin and small and brown busy at play Building today Beloved. Two hands family lineage Comforting reminder Grandfather to his minor. Beloved.
I miss you And your warm brown hands Your smile that turns tides And your frown that crackles through the atmosphere. I miss you And the warmth of your brown body Your voice that echoes through my lifetime And your … Continue reading
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Tagged my son, poem, poetry
A Let me write you a love song As old as time itself Of favour and of friendship Unleashed from within itself Let me write you a love song Of sleep in’s in our bed Three … Continue reading
Little triplet of love come with me over yonder to explore violet horizons and to eventuate here within my heart. Little triplet of love the father son and holy GROSS A brother and his sister and another little blister … Continue reading