2/7/07

The Girl

Nursery rhymes
And little girl smiles
Messy hair
All a tangle

Stuffy noses
Stubbed toeses
A gap toothed grin
Tooth fairy time

She moves me to anger
Moves me to joy
Will move me to terror
When she brings home a boy

Little girl hands
Little girl knees
Covered in scrapes
Playing is hard work

I miss her laughter
I miss her hugs
I miss her playtime bathtime bedtime

I miss her



A quality of ignorance,
Self-deception may be
Necessary to the poet's survival


-Jim Morrison