I’m always stuck in the middle
I never finish my lists
And I don’t have as much fun
as an asterisk.
I try to hold it all together
I’m constantly connecting
And I interrupt thoughts
Whenever I’m reflecting
I don’t start at the beginning
I don’t end at the end
And I look like a quote mark
Who just lost a friend
I’m sorry about the fuss
I don’t mean to cause a drama
(I’ve got it better than the colon)
Guess I’m happy to be a comma.
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A spot for me, a father of 3, to share the poems that I write. I let my kids see, and then post them for free each and every night. I try and make certain, before I draw their curtains, that each one has a lesson. Some are silly, some are spiritual, and some are me just messin'. Please share with others, like fathers and mothers, but do read the fine ink. I may write a book, so take a look and please let me know what you think. (All material in this blog is copyrighted by its author... me.)
What do you think?
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- WJH
- Ann Arbor, Michigan, United States
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