Poem – a slightly daunting topic I suppose but one real all the same.

I sat there, I let you, and I would do so again, be your toy fall in love with you again… as if I ever stopped. Just A Teddy On The Floor… my gift, I’m waiting for you but if I remember we never ever played before Sweetness, didn’t need me then or now.

The names, and where some of them came from.

Birth control is important when you aren’t ready for a baby so you arent faced with the scary possibility on having one.

Rania! Rania! Rania!

A poem.

By Bryan Wegman.

Poem about my daughters comfort teddy, Henry.

A poem.

Let’s rock, this poem is about childhood. The poem is my entry to Writing Challenge Round 25 organized by Duff D Moss. Challenged words are spasmodic delirium & plastic. Hope you enjoy it.