Help- I need!
A nuzzle to keep me squeaky clean
A muscle to bear my childish lean
God- they trust!
Joyful- their outburst!
A cheering crowd to my baby steps
A whip to correct my missteps
Beautiful- she is!
Handsome- he is!
A breath of infectious fresh air.
Fresh princess and prince of bell-air.
Parents- they are.
Landlords- they are.
A vault so full, it overflows.
A cloud of galaxy that forever glows.
Seasonsed romantics fending for love
Wrinkles of kindness sent from above
A pond to drown in but never to die
A vegetation with favours from the sky
Fireworks that light to claim the whole city
Feet too proud to thread where they weary
Grateful -of course!
A meal- a three course!
Towels that dry the heat coming after.
A depot of joy, forgotten misery and laughter.
Wise- they are!
Amusing- they are!
A grape plucked and fed of wisdom
A clan becoming a growing chiefdom
Smiles- their lead!
Lover that craves and saves for kids
A mouth with a million barn of feeds
A Nile warming the water of love
A heart loving as pure as a dove
Feeble- i guess
A pocket of life helping to cope
A breather savoring and saving hope.
Wisdom- they are!
Grey hairs-their par!
Oven of caution when children err
Thrones that select a suitable heir
Appetite- for sure!
Bones for the grave,teeth that bite
Tears that warm the verse they recite
Sarcastic – yes!
Aged babies seeking to comfort
A page of sorrow torn off a sort
Pleasant – to me.
Informative – Can be
Words of power that pour like rain
Stories of old rewritten again.
Depressed – no!
Weary – though!
Here, sadness never sits with joy
Only happiness gave them a toy.
Tired – yes!
Eager – their address!
Their ages hung on to horns.
With words wrapped in thorns.
Caring – for us!
Funny – to us!
Ribs swore they’re eager to shield
Toothless head ran round their sate field.
Old – they are!
Dim – like a star!
Once young called back by age
Two suns brighter from afar.
Clouds between childhood and wisdom
Whips chasing sparks of boredom
Voices of decorum
The fire that burns Santorum
Rivers of ancient affection
The givers of apt attention
Minstrels of ancient cruse
The bowls that draw muse
Storyteller – Yes!
Historian – Yes!
A tongue that danced out tales
A mouth full of events exceeding scales
Amiable – She is!
Truculent – He is!
Words that fix pothole
Blows that take control
Prudent – They are!
Homeowners – They are!
Eyes which through the future looks bright
Sky with make-up of star light
Rosy – Their touch
Strong – their crutch
Quarrel that triggers the real you
Cane whose voice the brain chew.