Image by J. Funster
Song Baby
I will bow my
breast to the
lips of a crying
new song.
I will rock
Song Baby
gently when
my thoughts
nod off to
blogland or
Hawaii. (I’ve not
yet seen Hawaii.)
I will hug
Song Baby
when I feel
the urge to
yell it into
submission.
For sweetly goes
life’s melody
unfolding.
Jannie Funster
Posted over on her site Jannie Funster: "Writing Songs & Singing for Donuts and Beer"
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