You look into my eyes, giggle brightly
Squirming to run your own game
Pulling the reluctant kitten by the fuzzy tail
Finding that dusty cracker underneath the couch
It’s my baby
You baby
One baby
Cry baby
You don’t know that my heart ticks ragged
Beats of hopeful, fantasy futures
Strokes of genius, sparks of brilliance
I have my dreams and you are swept up
It’s my baby
You baby
Two baby
Sigh baby
Muted bravery when you can’t understand
Tired and weak, older by necessity
Eyes telling me, of all people, it will be okay
Cries for sadness so deep, I can’t overcome
It’s my baby
You baby
Three baby
High baby
Let’s hold hands for just a moment
Let’s eat the rhythm of the land
Let’s crinkle our noses in miracle and disbelief
Let’s make this beautiful time, the kind that counts
Because
You’re my baby
You baby
Four baby
More baby
Straight to my heart. Piercingly. Perfectly.
ReplyDeleteI can feel all of our hearts aching these days.......beautiful and sad, kiddo.
ReplyDeleteI love these lines:
ReplyDelete"Squirming to run your own game"
"You don’t know that my heart ticks ragged"
"Two baby / Sigh baby"
"Four baby / More baby"
So, so sweet.
ReplyDeleteLove this...the musicality of it just pulls me in and I just love your ending especially, "Let’s eat the rhythm of the land," Love that!
ReplyDeleteThis is so apt for today and so dreadfully painful to read. These lines were particularly resonant for me:
ReplyDeleteYou don’t know that my heart ticks ragged
Beats of hopeful, fantasy futures
Strokes of genius, sparks of brilliance
I have my dreams and you are swept up...
Thanks Corey.
so perfect and yet heartbreaking for many
ReplyDeleteOw. Wow, Corey.
ReplyDeleteK
this is so great, pulling on heart strings, well written.
ReplyDeleteThis is lovely Corey ~ I think I may have read this before, but liking the revised piece ~
ReplyDeleteMy heart ticks ragged.... just perfect! Well done.......Let's crinkle our noses in miracle. So beautiful.
ReplyDeleteso beautiful... too easy to miss the precious moments caught up in stuff that really isn't nearly as important than the live right before us.
ReplyDeletethe kind that counts. xoxo
ReplyDeleteall i could think of is "ring around the roses"
ReplyDeleteso sad and so well done..
I think this could be a song...
Brilliant Corey!
You do these compacted novellas in verses so well; this is a worthy addition to its predecessors.
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