Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Poetry

I used to write poetry all the time. Volumes. Now its a only very occasionly thing. But here goes

Sweet boy. Lying next to me
Smelling of milk.
Do you understand the
Ferocity
Of my love?
The cities I would burn
For your smile?
You are the last great
Love
Of my life.
Your daddy was the first.
So sleep
Sweet boy.
Dreaming baby dreams
As I kiss your forehead.

5 comments:

  1. This is excellent, my love. "You are the last great love of my life." Beautiful.

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  2. Ah, that fierce baby love. It took me by surprise, it really did.

    Award awaiting :)
    http://dramadiceanddamsons.blogspot.com/

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  3. That was beautiful. I'm not and never will be a mum, but this did give me an idea of the strength behind it!
    Lx

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