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Our Kids: A Poem

Val enjoys writing his own style of what resembles poetry, just hoping to catch someone's heart on the same page.


They're gifts from love or lust

from time when it was hotter

before collecting some dust

giving us son or a daughter.

Joy beyond telling

sometimes also pain

cause of heart's swelling

or at times make us go insane.

A diaper full of caring

regardless of their any age

when their games may go daring

whether they are toddler of teenage.

Then they grow a full size

and there's no need to hush

but still come with teary eyes

with another kind of diaper rush.

Then their hair may go all grey

while years are doing the rest

but the vision is there to stay

of a tiny baby on our chest.

© 2021 Val Karas

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