A/N: This particular poem was written for the Freeverse Frenzie Competition, poem 25.
Their Tender Little Child
9. Motherly Distractions
He really was the most distracting
little thing, and yet
she couldn't help but be
distracted by him.
It was even worse than a childhood crush –
even more so since she had long
since married the man
of her desires.
It really was a fairytale
sometimes…
a happy little ending:
the mother, father and sweet little child
to go on forever.
And she had all the time in the world
with him, for those changes are so slow:
tickling his toes and listening to the peals
of laughter that followed…
She could fall asleep listening to those
peals die down
and find her husband dallying behind as well.
Well, it was a good thing she supposed
that they had some hired help,
otherwise she would play with her child forever
and never get anything done.