TO OUR SON, SWEP IV

(after frictions, with his Mother)


When you watch your eldest,

Swep V, bash baseballs,

Run around the back yard like a maniac,

Arms full, climb the big chair

To read 14 books with Pops–

Remember, you were our little boy.

As you love him, we loved you.

Your Mother vomiting blood,

Refusing to go to the hospital until

Your football game had ended.

© slovitt 2020
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Buschell

Oh Swep, you keep on keeping on, I won’t keep on…

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