Exasperated rile

The high-pitched screams

of never ending grouses
not to waste in pleasantries
not one for any languidity

impish, the self perceives

here and now, ubiquitous
many a wicked bone
languishing in pity

the one up on others

never ceases to offend
blissfully unaware of
others’ sensitivities

Pride goes before a fall

The banter, laughter et al
The universe is fair
Of lives, all is brevity

3WW

Toddler tales

High pitched squeaks of joy

At the sight of me from afar
Impish grin of sweet pleasure
This feeling, nothing can mar

Simple pleasures abound,

With cries of ‘look at me’s
“watch me do it my dear”
Life is completely at ease

Time is at a standstill

Languid the pace sought
To slow down and pause
Is the valuable lesson taught.

Days with a child are such

Precious moments to treasure
And, the heart fills with peace
Beyond what one can measure

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