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Family

Nephew

#Fowc #Child

to two special little people

It’s not the refusals

or the sulking

or the crying

It’s not the tantrums

the tears

or those volcano moments

But its those moments in the day

when you’ve picked out your lunch

and we’re eating fish finger butties

Or we’re on the football pitch

and you’re running round the astroturf

like stevie G

Or it’s time for bed

and i’ve let you play a game

just before a bedtime story

Those are the times

i’m happy to say –

that you’re my Nephew.

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Poetry

Blasphemy

#fowc #blasphemy

Whatever you thought

was sacred – is defiled

up above,

the gods, the fates, and almighty

are collectively shaking their heads

from the words coming out of

someone so-innocent

and so small.

Categories
Acrostic Childhood Life Poetry

Tantrum!

Tantrum

Salford , 29th April 2018

That could be a whirlwind, running round the house

and then again – it could be one of the younger members of your brood

now,  you could engage a short sharp shock – but

then again – you would be crestfallen within half an hour

restrict the Tasmanian devil to his room

Until the time – he runs out of energy

Might be as nice as pie to you in no time

!note – he’ll have forgotten about what set him off too!