Thursday, August 22, 2013

My Daughters


when my daughters are young,
i want them to have a play kitchen.
for the times when i'm not cooking,
but when i am,
i want them with me.
to smell, to help, to experience,
to find where love is found.
for that is the kitchen,
where children's laughter can be heard,
and sticky finger prints decorate the walls.

{sorta a weird, off poem but i like it. i'm not going to have children any time soon {i'm only 12, man}, but still.}

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