Poetry

Believe it or not, when I was in college, I spent some time studying poetry.  For a brief period of time (please remember I enjoyed a drink or two during my college days) I toyed with the idea of being a full-time poet (only because I found out jury duty wasn't actually a full time job). As it turns out, there isn't a high demand for poets these days, who would have thought?

The one thing I haven’t written a poem about is parenting (and trust me, I have written poems about pretty much everything- including fainting goats), so I thought I would give it a shot.  Besides, who doesn't love a good rhyme?

Instructions for poem: The odd numbered lines are what I was thinking as a parent during my first year of parenthood and the even numbered lines are the things I think during my second year of parenthood.  Ex: Line 1: First year thoughts,  Line 2: Second year thoughts, Line 3: First year thoughts… and so on.  (Do you follow? Sorry for forcing you to think during this poem.)

I love to count your ten little toes,

I don’t especially like it when you pick your nose.

I can’t believe you are mine,

You want an apple fritter for dinner?  Sure, that’s fine.

I love your blonde curly hair,

Can I use the bathroom alone?  It creeps me out when you stare. 

Sure, stranger, I would love to hear your parenting tip,

If you question my parenting again, I may flip.

Infants are easy… I got this,

Where did he go? Chase? What did I just miss?

I should have 16 children; my child is so mild,

Sorry bud; you're going to be an only child.

Future Architect?