Happy

Backyard hammock

Shelt’ring tree

Summer evening

You with Me.

Your dark head

against my blonde

Arm around me

Chatting on.

There’s our bare feet

There’s your grin

There you made me

laugh again.

Swinging slowly

in the breeze

Rolling shush

of poplar leaves.

Laughter, Closeness,

Calm and Trust

sprinkle down

like pixie dust.

Happiest place
I’ll ever be --

Backyard hammock

You with Me.

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He's My Son

(A Follow-Up to "I Am The Someone")

He’s my son

And he’s one

And he’s sweet

And he’s fun

Except when I was shopping today for a new lamp (since he knocked over the old one last week) and he screamed in the cart for pretzels & books & Cheerios & a drink and he threw his cup on the hard floor so there was a big puddle and while he cried “Uh-Oh!” over and over I had to stand there and say, “Watch out; my son spilled his water” until an employee came and set an orange cone there and mopped it up.  And I looked at that yelling creature in the cart and thought, “Is that my son?”

Later, in the car, I looked in his eyes – blue, with really long lashes.  Yep.  It was the same boy who was cute just an hour ago.  And I thought…

Hey, It’s okay

That you’re not fun today.

Sometimes I’m that way.

You’re my son.

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I Am The Someone

He’s just a year old                                        

and in need of someone                                  

to get him some oatmeal                                  

when hunger comes on,                                  

To button his shirt up,                                      

To put on his shoe,                                            

To say “There you are!”                                  

When he plays peek-a-boo.                            

To put arms around him                                  

When he feels afraid,                                        

To place the last block                                      

On the tower he’s made.                                  

He needs help at night                                      

When he’s coughing a lot.                                

Though he doesn’t know                                  

of the syrup we’ve got                                         

in the cupboard,  I do.

One teaspoon he needs.

I give it; I rock him;

He settles and sleeps.
It's me.  I'm the someone
Who gets to be there.
The stories, the snuggles,
The jam in his hair.
The chocolate-y face,
The apple-cheek grin,
The bubbling laughter,
His kiss on my chin.
The wide-eyed expressions,
His head on my shoulder,
The morning he wakes
looking just a bit older.
I know I could "do more"
or "earn more" elsewhere,
But I...I'm the Someone
Who gets to be there.

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Posted on the Dishwasher

(A practical poem)

Everybody's got to eat.

Veggies, milk, and bread & meat...

And everyone needs bowls & things, 

And then you've got to get them clean.

So...

Load it! Run it!  Unload too!

No one has to tell you to.

Do your part and life is sweet

'Cause

Everybody's got to eat.

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