"The Sorrow of the Fourth Born" by Jeigh
Here she lies all broken-hearted,
Tried to cry, but only started.
Waiting for her mom to come
Kiss her face and wipe her bum
Dinner needing to be made,
Mom on toy had baby laid.
Restless sleep was all she got
Curse you, old spaghetti pot.
7 comments:
Jeigh-I have read over your poem several times and the funny thing is I think different things about it each time...at first I thought it was so funny and loved it, but then I thought how sad...and loved it, then how true...and loved it. So, we're just going to go with LOVED IT! You are so creative! What a perfect way to put it down in word.
Ah, poor sweet, patient Reesie! Good work on the poem...Did it just come to you? You rock.
That was a good poem!
I love the pool of tear sitting in her eye. And the poem is great. A nice twist between humorous and wistful. Wouldn't it be wonderful to have kids when you didn't have to do all the other stuff too!
Of course when the poem first started...I think you know what I thought you were going to say! Ha ha...you are a sly one.
I am LOVIN the posts as of late....totally LOVING them!!! Keep em coming, girl, you don't know how much I need your crazy, funny, silly posts in my life!!!
I LOVE you!!!!
PS....it's like, what? Only a few more weeks now??? He he he, I am giddy with excitement!!! Except that we live in Rexburg and will get to see you only a small portion of what I would like! Can't wait to go to the temple with everyone!!!
he he...your word verification for me to publish this comment was "scones"! Let's make some when you are here!!!
You're a master with words.
The poor 4th borns of the world. Drat dinner!
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