7 years old
“Seven” Missing teeth. Who needs meat. I have eyes and ears To feed on life. Let’s go fast. Let’s rocket blast. I can climb the rope To the top of the gym. Tickle me. Wrestle me. You be the monster again, Dad. Just the pretend kind. I don’t like REAL monster Dad. I am seven. [...]
18.11.2009 · Filled under: childhood, fatherhood, poetry · Tags: birthday, boys, monsters, seven · 4 Comments »



