It be just meand the babies having funI enjoy just listening to ’emplaying with each otherlaughing and carrying onLittle feet running through the houseleaving flowers and sunshinein the floorwith every stepInnocence in the simplest questionscoupled withmaturity passed down from the ancestorsI like to hear ’em fuss tooGoing back and forth with each otherlike dey old […]
Wallflowers — Poetic Monologues
