My Kids

born to Scandinavian beauties
and a genetically driven
English intellectual hooligan

fighting a lifetime
of depression

my love is infinite

I meet them seldom

I don't want
to weigh them down
weigh them down
weigh them down

I don't want
to weigh them down
early in the morning

(my OCD kicked in)

look a rat...



Poetry by Wumbulu
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Written on 2015-08-21 at 07:32

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Powerful piece. Have you thought of allowing them to decide if they weigh you down? Just a thought. I don't see the OCD part. Do you have OCD?
2015-08-25



I agree with onetrickpony, that maybe you should let your children decide whether or not you are ''weighing them down.'' My father was always absent (either physically or emotionally) and I would have loved it if he shared with me more of what was going on his life and mind. Thanks for posting this heart-felt poem.
2015-08-22


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
i like this poem, i understand it. i do wonder if your kids feel as weighed down by you as you think, that your presence isn't what they want. just wondering.
2015-08-21



Strong words and strong love.
2015-08-21