How do you cope with a spoiled, bawling child which isn’t yours? Just plug your ears and hope for the best.

Poem.

Poem.

A poem about a baby’s mind.

Poem.

How long will this continue to go on…

A senryu/haiku hybrid.

DeVonte, it’s here.

A song I just wrote inspired by my oldest son who has become a man over the past year or so. As old as he gets and my other kids, they will always be my babies.

It’s a little corny and I did it awhile back but would like some feedback.