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…
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
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
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
As my children make me lose my mind
Relegating me to an asinine screaming lunatic
God help me, when do they go to bed?!?
Being there when you came into this world
I remember thinking how tiny you were
Red and screaming about being rudely ripped from your motherly home
The planet has come full circle around our star
Here I am encircled around your little finger
Day after day I watch your amazing metamorphosis
As you grow up so very fast
Yet you will always be my baby girl
Ever hold an angel, wondering if every breath might be her last?
Ever hold an angel, marveling at her ability to touch hearts?
Ever hold an angel, struggling to communicate?
Ever hold an angel, smiling because of her infectious laugh?
Ever hold an angel that loved to fly so high?
Ever hold an angel that slipped away in your arms?
I was blessed enough to do so, and now my angel flies on her own.
I love you Angela.