This weekend, Chris’ sister Barbara is with us mainly to spend as much time with Emma as possible. Also today is my soulmate’s birthday! I chose one of my early poems about Emma.
The Longest Day Continued 1
Emma, Emma, making such a fuss,
Squirming, whining, writhing, scowling, burping…
Gramps bites his tongue so he dares not cuss,
Wiggling, groaning, struggling, glowering, pharting…
Gramps fights the urge to dive under a bus.
The Longest Day Continued 2
Emma, Emma, is so happy
When she’s fed by her grand pappy.
But when he’s ready for her nappy,
She groans and grunts another crappy.