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There once was a time

I open my eyes waking from my sleep,

I step into dreamland when I plant my feet.
After slipping out of bed with her,
I kiss my son and neither stirs.
 
Both sleeping soundly under the roof of our home,
Their minds dance in dreams and their never alone. 
I know their safe left with our wow wow,
If anyone enters their met with a growl.
 
As I get ready for work I listen for the creak,
Of our bedroom door hoping to hear her speak.
The mornings she wakes at the crack of dawn,
Make my heart sing a million love songs. 
 
The day goes by with a huge smile on my face,
Knowing she'll be there when I get back to this place.
When I arrive home the house glows with joy,
"Dada" rings out from the lips of my boy.
 
I am finally there where I belong,
At home with my wife and our boy so strong.
All this possible because of a kiss,
The mornings she wakes early and puckers up her lips.
 
It's all I need to push harder each day,
God I love her in every way.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Author's Notes/Comments: 

This was the first proem I ever wrote. Nobody.... but her... has ever read it. I am no professional poet, in fact I struggle to find the word's to speak sometimes. But when I wrote this the words just flowed out of my soul. My inspiration for this came one morning when she woke to kiss me goodbye when I was leaving for work. So beautiful, she really is the stuff dreams are made of. She has since moved on and I am struggling to accept it. I'm just a boy in love with a girl. 

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©18 March 2013 - 5:10pm — Aaronshane
27 November 2013 - 8:13pm — ljmills
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If this is really your first

If this is really your first attempt at poetry...well done!

21 February 2016 - 9:17pm — Aaronshane
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This was in fact my first

This was in fact my first piece. Nearly everything I have written has been a waterfall of words through my 10 min coffee break. Just had to format my hard drive to make space for new thoughts. I overthink everything and it makes me anxious, if I write it down... For some reason it helps. Peotry really isn't my style, I work metal and ride motocross. It just happened somehow... One day I wrote this. Then the next day another... And another... So on. Thanks for your support :) things are so different in my life now, I have found my groove in life.