Monday, November 20, 2006

The Yellow Submarine

Under the water I see you,
With bubbles coming out of your mouth.

You came up, breathing,
Gasping for air and,
Clinging onto the side of,
The yellow submarine.

You clamber up on,
The side of the vessel.
The edges are slippery,
And unforgiving.
Your tiny heart is beating,
So fast.

There is a yellow hatch on top,
Takes a deep breath,
Just a little boy,
You are,
With soft brown hair and a miniature smile.

A father's hand ruffles you from above,
Cradles you in his arms,
Lifts you up,
Onto the woozy tumulus of his chest.

He bounces you on his knee,
And after he sits you down,
Settled quietly,
He tells you he will,
Sing to you and your mammy.

You look up into his tender face,
And smile,
His voice descends to bass,
And for a moment,
He sings, joyously:
'Mah curly haired boy.'

You bounce up and down,
And laugh and laugh.
A father's hand holds you tightly,
In his yellow submarine embrace:

Not a care!
Not a care in the world!

7 Comments:

Blogger Inconsequential said...

so good it's posted twice :)

you do seem to have a lot of watery-themed pieces scattered about you...

:)

1:22 AM  
Blogger Molly Bloom said...

Thankyou Incxxx This is for Paul's son Isaac. It was his birthday last week.

1:19 PM  
Blogger Cocaine Jesus said...

oh to return to that time again. how wonderful.

6:34 AM  
Blogger Molly Bloom said...

Yes, it is a lovely time and free as well CJ. Such a lovely little Isaac he is.

11:39 AM  
Blogger miss magic said...

I want to bounce the litte boy on my knee. He sounds so cute!

9:17 AM  
Blogger erindoorz said...

Molly lovely raeding as always. . Miss Magic and Cocaine. . . got to agree with you on this one. . . lol

11:24 AM  
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