Poetry

Good Ole’ Wail (#422)

Scream, shrill and wail!
Gargle, cry and yell!
For only 4 months old, the cry he does well,
A mile away we can hear him from his crib and cradle cell,
Upon picking him up, a hush falls upon him,
For we have done what he wanted, his every whim,
Disbelief at the thought of bats and basketball rims,
For now, his smiles and laughs are caught on films,
My son is something else for sure,
What that is, unknown but he’s pure.

Any Thoughts?

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