Parental Humor is Required

This poem is written in two voices.  The first is mine – written in black text.  The second – replace it with a whiny kids voice – written in red text.  Yes – parents do require humor!  Oh, and patience!

 

The grass sways
With wind-swept innocence
A glistening splendor
Kissed by morning dew

*I know you are but what am I*

I . . . I
I love you not
For all you’ve brought
My love, my heart knows not a price
In riches – I shall dwell with you

* she touched me*

. . .touched me
With your outstretched hand
And kindness wrought
Upon your face
Depths of despair
I feel, I falter
With loving heart
You soon displace

*I said no!*

. . . No
No one knows
The depths of my heart
In poem
It hardly leaves a trace
Barely a shadow
That now remains
Of beauty
Held in warm embrace

 
Seriously!
I sat to write a poem
But thoughts now written
Are not my own.

For living
With a family
You barely keep
Your sanity.

So as I now
Throw down my pen
I’ll wait till all is quiet
To write again.

© S. J. 2015