I came across these today. Poems I wrote when my bigger people were little-er. Back when sleep deprivation and hormonal fluctuation were constant companions.

Good Times. Maybe they will resonate with you, too.

Popsicles In The Bathtub

Aside from all the other reasons they’re magnificent
Today they shared a popsicle in the bathtub
Soapy smiles licking on orange coldness in the temperate safety of a warm bathtub
A lick for you – A lick for me
Orange tongues enjoy the rare treat of a Popsicle in Winter
What fun on a snowy day

 

Sleepy Smiles

Sleepy smiles from under the red checked blanket
Sleepy smiles sent from the land of soured milk jammies
Sleepy smiles like strawberry candies in a usually empty candy dish

 

Never more than now

Never more than now
Do I feel the soft
And steady
Weight of my treasure

Not a burdensome weight
Not a weight to regret taking

But a delightful needing to be needed

 

Mine Just to Borrow

Counted and kissed her ten tiny toes
Tickled her feet and wiped her nose
She smells so sweet

Her eyes brown like Daddy’s
Her cheeks chubby like mine

I pray her heart will be like yours
Good and honest
Brave and True
Full of love for all
But love especially for You

You know how many wrinkles in her hands
How many smiles in a day
You know all the beautiful thoughts she will think
All the wonderful things she will say
You know her
You made her

I need love to mold her
Knowledge to teach her
Wisdom to guide her
Such an amazing gift given to me
Such an awesome responsibility

Remind me,
Life is short, filled with joy and sorrow
And that she is only mine to borrow