My grandson asked my wife if he was cute,
She said he was, and very cute he was,
And it felt like a punch straight to my gut,
But not for him, or her, but just because
I'd never heard those words when I was young,
And wouldn't have had the nerve to ask somehow:
"Attention-seeking" is what that was called,
And so, I grew up ugly
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Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.
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On a practical note I didn’t need any reassurance whether or not I was cute, or clever, or good, or bad (and there begins a poem) I just was, and I was content in not knowing!
Yeah, I think you had to be made fun of for how you looked for this all to make sense. I was, so it does to me. But I envy you never having had these type of thoughts.