Tuesday, July 15, 2008

#16, #17, #18

Smell sunscreen on babe,
Reminds me of yesterday,
When teens were wee ones.

Two weeks gone from home,
Feels like a month dragging on,
Two weeks at home flies!

Feeding babe barley,
Notice grain on nose...lick it,
Eeeew, that's not barley!


anurag said...

I liked the analogy of ur poem...


J Browring said...

I liked the peom too, but I liked the line:

Never say "I quit",
Unless to a greedy boss,
Say it loud and clear.

... more. Sounds like a line from a rebellious 60's song!

Glad to see you're getting comments!