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wonder and light
it’s in every wide-eyed stare
that seems to light up
his whole face
while softening mine
it’s in the way he views lights
sweetly breathing the word,
“wowwwwwww”
my heart stops for a moment
it’s in the excited, rising
pitch in his voice as he says
“Santa” and “Cwissmas”
that puts a twinkle in my eyes
it’s in his sincere concern
when he asks me with
worry stitched across his face
“Am naughty, Santa bwing no pwesents?”
i have to stifle a laugh
it’s in the mirth with which he replies
“That’s wight! If I good, Santa bwings
pwesents! on CWISSMASSSS!”
when i remind him there’s still
hope
i love him no matter how naughty he is
it’s in the way i can feel the joy
as he does because he
reminds me how to
i have a reason to let go and smile
he runs the years back
on my rusty clock
just by being himself
the ultimate gift in life
he is wonder and light
and i am grateful.
The rhythm of our lives.
Posted by Lotus, aka Sarcastic Mom in Husband, Poetry, Relationships on November 20, 2009
He shifts his weight
And moves on
From miles away
He says he loves me
I say it back
Then he moves on
It’s quiet at night
So much emptiness to fill
With nothing
For a spell
He returns
I stand in the kitchen
Like a cliche
I balance on heels, making dinner
Laughter floats in waves
Through the house
Echoing off the walls
Like bouncing balloons
It swells and ebbs
It rolls back and forth
Like tickle fights
There’s football on TV
My feet find comfort
His hands find my back
Our bed is warm again, briefly
Then he shifts his weight
Says he loves me
And moves on again
Takes his music and goes
Alone, in the quiet night
I can remember the melody
And hum it myself
We stay behind
Hold it down
Occupy our time
Here and there
We shift
and wait.
Stripes at my back, my heart on my sleeve.
Posted by Lotus, aka Sarcastic Mom in Happiness, Love, My Son, Parenting, Photography, Photohunt, Poetry on April 4, 2009
Today’s Photohunt Theme: “Stripes”
my favorite stripes in a warm time
run up behind me in a line
I lay back and close my eyes
the time of solace and rest flies
quite soon I hear the little feet
marking out a quick-paced beat
a giggling is drawing near
the favorite sound my ears could hear
my eyes open and see his face
filling up my eye-view space
he’s grinning, asking to join me
I reach out, pull him up quickly
now a different kind of peace unfolds
of tickling, laughter, hugs and holds
and just as rest can make me whole
this connection refuels my soul.
Haiku Friday
Posted by Lotus, aka Sarcastic Mom in Haiku, My Son, Parenting, Poetry on April 3, 2009
There’s nothing quite as
crappy as your little one
being really sick.
Crying, whimpering,
headache, fever, pathetic…
a sad little boy.
Sleeping on the hard
floor in his room is no day
at the park either.
We do what me must
to give them comfort, though, right?
Yeah. *hobbles away*
Yeah, I know, lists/ugh. I've always been bad at accepting compliments, and this is no different. I was surprised and honored by this - someone thinks I've done a good job. Icky Listness aside, that makes me smile. :-)lotus works
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