Let your words flow
Like a river full of dreams
Let those thoughts glow
As ethereal as the moonbeams

Let your heart love
Like the gentlest kiss
Let the emotions grow
To give the gift of the sweetest bliss

Let those soft lips curve
To form the brightest smile
See the world swerve
In a blast of colors for awhile

Set yourself free
Like the birds in the sky
Feel on your cheek the breeze
As heavenward you fly..

I never wanted to be a mother
Not because I dislike kids
Just wasn't something I ever considered
It was never a priority
Not something I considered in my calculations

Over a year ago
I was asked to be a godmother
Hell why not
They call me Aunt Bootcamp
Self-explanatory
Although kisses and hugs
Are always available

And sure they're cute
But I'm literally
The laziest person I know
Unless I'm working
...Or looking after kids
Appratently

So there he is
"20 months old"
-What is up with the whole month- thing anyway?-
Squeezing the content
Of his juicebox in himself
Laughing like it's greatest thing ever

So his mum put him in the shower
I'm looking for towels
Socks, shirts and extra pants
Cleaning up juice
Off the floor
And the table
Consequence of a glass knocked over

He casually pees on my carpet
And somehow it only made me laugh
Preconditioned to get up
And catch him as he falls
Wondering how I got be so fast
Not even remotely annoyed
As he smiles and looks me in the eye
And does exactly what I said not to do

Streets wake up
With a lone milkvan flickering
With a flickering lamp
And a dog stretching out of sleep
Yawning and hoping
Into another day of a full belly.
Half asleep children
Climb into a roaring school bus
While a little boy
Sorts this day's wage
Into stacks of newspaper.

They may be sad
But
It's not necessary that you should be the same.

A street
Illuminated
With the futile efforts
Of the weary yellow light
Looked up at the sky
As water crawled down the window
Casting feeble shadows
Upon a newborn child
Pink as a rosebud
Hair so sparse
Almost golden with a tinge of crimson
Who wasn't aware
And didnt care
Of the worldly pleasures
And the hidden treasures.
The childless nurse
Smiled upon each one
As her own
Her warmth
Her motherly warmth
Only melted cold the tragedies
That came with each orphan