Jus rockin'
Don't want no knock,
don't want no phone.
Wanna rock my baby
'fore my baby is grown.
Don't bring the news,
I just wanna muse
on Baby's amazing, gazing blues.
Say, Old Mister Clock,
can you float me a loan?
I need more time--
All I had is flown.
Don't knock my door,
don't ring my phone.
I'm rockin' my baby
'fore my baby is grown.
Sally Bacchetta - Freelance Writer © 2006
Freelance Writer
Poetry
posted by Sally Bacchetta @ 4:40 PM
5 comments
5 Comments:
I enjoyed reading through your great blog and seeing your point of view.
Outlet
Awesome Sally!
Kids are the light of life.
They start out this a cute kissable little ball of love and joy...
I am still waiting to see what they will become. I will not rush for their independence but only a rush to show them how to become completely independent. The time from now to then can only be written just before I am dead.
Great blog , I have been on the lookout for poetry for free for months and im really looking for inspiration for my next book so keep up the good work guys.
I have really been enjoying exploring your writings, Sally, and your occasional poetry, very beautiful. Best to you, and thanks!
Ted
phfft.blogspot.com
I love poetry and writing - I write prolifically and one day hope to get a trilogy that I have almost completed - sort of - like all artists, I will never be satisfied.
You are awesome. I am ok.
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