Two Little Punks
A poem from my daughter and son's childhood. They never ceased to amaze and inspire me. Love y'all.
There are two little punks
Who live in the woods
Mostly, they’re bad
But sometimes they’re good
They’re meaner than snakes
When they choose to be
And perfect little angels
When it suits them, you see
They romp and play
Wild and free
They get into everything
From A to Z
They wander about
And make up games
And now, I guess
I’ll tell you their names
They’re Nikki and Daniel
And their sidekick Jess
And I love them dearly
Even though they’re a mess
About the Creator
Kimberly Sweet
I'm a freelance writer and artist from Kentucky. I discovered Poe when I was very young and fell in love. The magic in words bewitched me, and I've been writing ever since.
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She flings her arms around my neck and squeezes me like she’s never going to let me go. My head spins as her lips brush against my cheek. She must be able to feel my heart thumping in my chest. I shuffle backwards and ram my hands into my coat pockets, watching her reach down and heave the rucksack across her shoulders.
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