INFANT
Being an infant i cant walk before long I'ii learn to talk in the meantime i can only see, wondering what type life there is for me i watch my family sit at the table and say grace, thanking the lord for our lovely place, i watch my dad pace the floor with much anticipation before he opens the door, falling to his knees on the floor asking god to keep his family near with very soft spoken words so very dear. I wish i could talk to say Mom and Dad its alright, please try not to argue or fight. The pressure of everyday life builds up, Mom, Dad im learning from you before long Ill be doing what you say or do, My little life is impressible and i love both of you dont you know its yet back to god and his grace his power and your hard work is what put us in this place. He'll always be by our side, so Dad grab your wife, Mom grab your husban grab your infant, and lets live our Life right right..When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA
punchie’s Poems (11)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| When Granma, Would Cook. | 0 | 10/09/2009 |
| When I Did Not Have. | 0 | 10/05/2009 |
| Can You See Through The Eyes I See? | 1 | 10/04/2009 |
| The Dirty Little Secert | 1 | 10/03/2009 |
| The Beautiful Bird | 0 | 10/02/2009 |
| Open The Door | 1 | 10/02/2009 |
| The Light | 0 | 10/02/2009 |
| Vision | 0 | 10/01/2009 |
| INFANT | 0 | 10/01/2009 |
| In Touch | 1 | 09/30/2009 |
| Time | 1 | 09/30/2009 |
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