Letting rip the giggles
As you roll around on the bed
Until your sides hurt, but you continue the tickle war
Gripping these times with your kid while you can
How fast these times will end.
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So many things piled on
The weight of carrying it all made her hunch her shoulders and hurt her back
Almost bringing her to her knees with white-hot daggers of pain
Carrying all those troubles may be crippling, but
Keeping them away from her family was her salve
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Putting her lip out as far as it could go as the arms cross in front
Observe the slight tremble at the corner of her left eye where a tear threatens
Unless I am mistaken she has perfected the pose
The only question is how long till I capitulate?
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Popping his shirt in victory
Regaling his opponent with trash talk
It would make most people sick to their stomach
Doing it to his twelve-year-old son, well that was over the top
Extreme hubris was his specialty, and this was his teaching moment
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So today she said hi to him and it put an unfamiliar happy expression on his face
Many days had passed since she last had talked to him
It had happened when he asked her about going on a date
Leaving him out in the cold and isolated with her refusing to acknowledge his existence
Eventually, it seemed, his daughter could forgive him for being a dad
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As I step on the pointiest Lego in the history of Lego
Wishing that I had amputated that limb so long ago
Every day I try to make sure the floor is empty, but I miss something
Still, I keep the light off as I work my way out of the room
Or I might wake her up, and that would be horrible
My foot hits another plastic caltrop and all I can scream in my head is
Everything is…..
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Managing her many different roles
Eve wondered who she was at times
Maybe that’s why she was elbows deep in bows
Yearning for a hot toddy and hot daddy who wrapped her up
She could get behind the role of seductress right now, but…
Eve pulled out more tape, folded, attached
Looking at her handiwork she sighed
Fricked it up pretty good she thought. She wasn’t a crafty, that’s for sure
As if on cue little footsteps began to scamper down the stairs
Now mommy mode kicked in with a dash of caught politician
Determined to stonewall the sleep-deprived toddler
If she just didn’t need to be so complicated…
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Cavernous problems threatened to overwhelm Kevin. So much to do!
And if that wasn’t bad enough, his kids were in open rebellion wanting him to play
Viewing his choices, Kevin felt he was in the dark, between a rock and a hard place
Eventually he gave in and played with his kids. Consequences were for tomorrow
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Giving the topic the weight it deserved
Rob thought about how heavy this discussion was going to be
Acerbity left his mouth fowled
Veiled threats forced themselves into his thoughts
It put pressure on what he was about to do
To think his dignity was about be sucked into a black hole
Yet he still made the airplane noises to get John to eat is peas
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Clearly the world was balancing on a razor’s edge
Anything could cause it to tumble into oblivion
There was only so much Rich could do about it
Already over half the fleet had been sunk
Submarines, battleships, aircraft carriers, all gone
To think when this war had started out he thought victory would be swift
Realizing that defeat was just one more missile or bomb hit away
Outside he kept his calm though
Perhaps the enemy would miss and he could still save the day
He stared blankly ahead and thought of his victory
Even as his nine year old son called out B4, sinking his destroyer
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The Art of Prose and Poetry
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Sarah Torribio and her right brain. Music. Musings. Writing. Style.
We Survived and Arrived - Now as Warriors We Thrive
With previous posting of "Our World" on Blogger
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Random Stuff I Think You'll Like
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