This is a space where I have a mid life crisis, write about my creative journey, and talk about songwriting and share bits of terrible poetry.

Beautiful Boy

Written in

by

“I’m not really like this, I’m probably plightless”

(FEFA, T5)

Watching old performances on YouTube:
I ask a question,

Where was I?

Time Stamp—-

I was growing round.
I couldn’t see my toes.
I was getting an epidural.
I was giving birth.
I was changing another bloody diaper.
I was trying to slip a milk drunk infant back in a crib.
I was trying to make it back to my bed while straining my ears.
I was sleeping on an uncomfortable couch
In a sterile hospital room,

Next to a crib.

Afraid to leave him alone.

“Life is what happens to you while you’re busy making other plans” John Lennon

Blindsided

Bonus link: Beautiful Boy (Darling Boy)

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