by admin | Feb 11, 2015 | a mom's life, philosophy of boys, poems, Uncategorized
For Tennyson, who says it isn’t a real poem unless it rhymes. There was once a 9-year-old kidWhose stomach decided to ridItself of its contentsUnder the pretenseOf denying itself, so it did. There once was a boy fair and jollyWho snuck a lick of his friend’s lollyBut...
by admin | Feb 7, 2015 | a mom's life, poems
Three days in to the stomach virus in our houseAnd I am checking every twingeWas that nausea I feel?What was that gurgling in my intestines?Something sinister?Heaven help the child who complains of anything abdominal;It means quarantine for sure.And constant...
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