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.
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.
Copyright © 2015, Danette Christensen, Light is All Around Me.
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