My son’s poetry: Sideways
My son has promised to publish a poem on my blog at least once a month.
He’s also made an oath to get all my books published when I die. I’m the “Occassional Poet©” and he’s the serious poet, but I’m dead serious about haunting him after this body’s expiration date until every last one of my books are in print. 😎
If you’d like to see more of his poetry, please let him know in the reply section.
A lunch turns to a short visit
Turns to cuddling turns to a kiss
Turns to frolicking on a couch
Until too late to finish tomorrow’s
Sandwiches turns to bolting up and down
Stairs while the child who for once
Was ready early watches curiously
Turns to arriving 30 seconds before the bus leaves
Turns to realizations about which verse
Was more important turns to the end
Of a brief foray into sweet arms around arms
More about my son:
- He’s a full professor teaching Spanish and Portuguese language and literature.
- He’s a student working towards a Bachelor’s degree in Music.
- He’s the single father of a 14-year-old daughter who is too smart for her own good, and…
- Yes, ladies, he cleans, cooks, and does laundry!
- Did I mention he has a brown belt is some sort of martial arts and he runs marathons?
You can find more of his poetry starting at: https://www.finishinglinepress.com/product/an-ode-to-friendship-by-robert-simon/
So, single? You sound like you are trying to marry him off? How does he feels about such obvious methods?(I know, you just a proud mama?) Cheers,H
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He knows that sarcasm flows through my veins. He’s not looking at present, but I love bragging about my talented son and daughter. It’s one of my faults.