I Once Wrote About The Bees And The Beehive
on the web, i see you got pregnant
of this brainchild of yours, the beehive,
a project from your heart,
at the center is the child,
instead of the queen bee,
and surrounding still are the
workers, the drones, the soldiers
instead of your lovers,
and you ask for my support
(perhaps some money
but i know they are not that necessary)
you may hint on the songs
about children
my friends shall send you
you may ask for me to read
my poems
over some bottles of beer
or some tea,
there is no problem, honey,
i will be there buzzing around
your beehive
i will ask where the door is
and just hang in there
for in truth what makes me happy
is not that brainchild of yours
but just
you.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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