Once again, I have written no new poetry for this week XD I cannot multitask to save my life. So here’s an old poem I forgot I had written:
She’s got 2 boys, she wishes were 1 man –
One gives attention and care; always overeager to be ‘there’,
The shoulder to cry on, the lending, helping hand.
And the other?
He’s the blockade behind which she stands,
Useless but familiar; at least he’s a known burden. Continue reading “Super Old Poetry Post!”