Danielle N. Calhoun

LITTLE MAN

You stare at everything I type and play my games
No matter if it’s wrong or right you push the buttons
The machine chimes and whirrs but somehow
You seem to understand how it works

I know that I should be less firm
But there are times when I just rather be left alone

You have no father and that makes me sad
To watch you grow while I try to be

Mom and Dad

We clash each day in this small place
You sleep on my bed, much to my dismay

You tear the place up after I have just cleaned
Sometimes I wish that your mother was not me

I know it’s selfish and it’s not your fault
But I wonder what it’d be like If I wasn’t a Mom

Back to reality you start to chase the cat
I close my eyes and in my heart

I laugh