My little boy
My little boy’s twinkle in his eyes so blue,
makes me smile when he says “I lub you”.
His little laugh and his infectious little smile,
gives a feeling of happiness that lasts a long while.
We always play with cars, trucks, and trains,
he’s always the monster that swats down the planes.
He jumps on me laughing and roaring,
our time together is always fun and never boring.
I love that little boy of mine you see,
and that little boy of mine loves me.
Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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| Calm | 2 | 07/16/2009 |
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