The invaders
SHOUT
constantly,
cause mayhem,
pocket barbarians,
overwhelming defence,
maintain barrage
CHARGE
onto my lap,
demanding the reading of books
and my shredded brain obliges.
They laugh
They cry
They bang
They throw
They rough
They tumble
They fall
They rise
They devour life
age two, three and four,
They conquer
Tribute is exacted.
Paid in life and love,
most precious.
Philipos
Tue 12th Apr 2011 13:22
Good name for them Invaders - incubators of germs from school etc wouldn't be without them though especially as they grow older and put their cheeks next to yours in a fond embrace - as to the tribute well that's on going i'm afraid - nicely expressed poem Dave
What a lovely punchline. That sounds a bit like my house - though they get slightly less demanding as they get older - the noise doesn't reduce any though...
Sounds like a lot of fun, Dave. I'm looking forward to it!
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Joy France
Tue 12th Apr 2011 13:28
I love the style and pace of this - just like "invaders"