These poems have been children
Some exceeded expectations
While others struggled just to get by
The low standard of what is considered
a ‘poem’
Some came easy
Others were a forced labour
(one even broke its curfew and snuck in after midnight
Breaking my consecutive day streak around the midpoint)
Some have stood in front of me with their axe
Unable to tell a lie pointing where the cherry tree stood
Then we have those that claimed, “Not Me!”
With their mouths full and cookie crumbs on their face
I hate the times they acted out
The times I didn’t have the time nor patiences
To deal with them in the manner
That a good parent should
These 30 creations in 30 days look tired
It is past their bedtime
Thanks for stopping by
Goodnight….