“My Candle Burns at Both Ends” -- Poems by the great poets’ parents.
By Kelley Cunningham
The Passionate Shepherd to His Son
Come drive with me and just be quiet,
And we will sit upon the rocks
And I will make you look at things
Until I slowly begin to lose it.
We’re making good time, son, you and me.
Roadside attractions beg our attention.
If all these delights thy mind doth see
I think that I shall never see
My kid’s hungry mouth is prest
He begs for sugar and junk all day,
Upon my bosom guilt has lain.
New food I make to get him enthused,
Meals are made by fools like me,
Dropping Off at a Birthday Party on a Rainy Afternoon
Whose party this is I think I know.
So here we are at the Party Palace
I thought I could drop him off and then just go.
I’ll sit and yawn and watch him creep
My Kid’s Behavior Is Nothing Like The Rest (Sonnet 130.1)
My kid’s behavior is nothing like the rest.
Cleanliness Is Counted Sweetest
Cleanliness is counted sweetest
Not one of all the playgroup moms
As you, Mom, defeated, dying.
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