We bounced around

from cloud to cloud

and laughed way to loud

to never ever

find another frown.


In your infinite imagination

shall we forever soar

upon this olive branch

that points us in the direction

of something

a little more carte blanche.


Our bellies fell sore

from my laugh and your giggle

all because of some

silly little fish whistle.

While your grin

it grew so big

that it took a year

to get from ear to ear.


Back and forth

we climb your ladder

that once belonged

to some guy, Mr. Mad Hatter.

So we climbed much higher

with more than enough

of my childish chatter

but not to my surprise

fell the fearless little flyer.


So we spackled stars

and hung the moon

though little did Dad know

that I filled my toys

with a bunch of ketchup balloons?

Then I tied them

to those two-bit tinpots

With such a knot

that Dad’s cool

tumped on over

just a little too soon.


For the cup was full

and my happiness abound

then spun the spool

of my awful spoiled sound.

Up the road,

down the roof,

round and round,

where my Dad’s sanity

almost went aloof.

But there it landed

right beside my sour mood,

while he puts away my half-eaten food.


So before you go

and melt all the way down,

let’s go and check your room

and look all around

for one last zoom, zoom, zoom.


You best be wise to buckle up

before we pass on Pluto

just to find our way

through the hiccups

beyond this plastic moon.


Yet there is no distance

that can fathom to measure

how much I love you.


So soon will morning come my son

with an energetic racket

from the rooster below

and maybe even a sunny little glow

filled full and to the brim

with buckets of creative fun.


But for now

your Dad knows what’s best

so we must go on

and get some rest

for the best has yet to come.

BeLove © 2018

*Sometimes you have to open up new avenues in the creative process, just to see where it takes you.  Thanks for stopping by. 



My roots are buried in the Dirty South. I grew up learning the importance of God and Southern Charm. I began writing in my late teens mostly through heartbreak and music. I moved out west 15 years ago and live right around the corner from the Fountain Of Youth. Most people refer to it as Lake Tahoe. I play Chef during the day and search for ways to save the world by night, through reading, writing, and believing. I enjoy the side of life that is less abrasive. I look forward to joining you on my quest through Spiritual Sobriety with the Promised Land as our ultimate destination.

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