You greet me
with a smile,
a nubby-handed wave
and my heart throbs
because I know
that at least once,
before I die,
you will hate me.
Thursday, December 2, 2010
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a daily poetry blog (minus weekends) and a nice way to not be a procrastinator...
1 comments:
Man, that last line hits hards, but I think it encapsulates every parents feelings towards their children. Chris Rock says that his sole purpose as a parent is to keep his daughter off the stripper pole. I think your poem hits on the fear that parents have of doing something wrong. Well done.
On a side note, I'm taking tonight off. Long day.
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