Lasso The Moon

Poetry Wedneesday -- Homecoming

Homecoming

I'm strongest when I need to be,

Was strongest when you needed me,

To wrap our children in my arms,

And keep them safe from every harm.

Their momma's wings they'll stay within,

til Daddy's home again.

 

I calm their fears from every fright,

Keep watch by day, and more by night,

Fevers, doctors, bedtime tales,

Homework, playtime, new pet snails,

The weariness cannot set in

til Daddy's home again

 

Then finally the day is here,

And in the doorway you appear,

The tears I held inside before,

Now pour out freely to the floor.

You scoop me up, a melted mass,

My firm resolve like shattered glass.

Now I can let my strength wear thin,

'cause Daddy's home again.

Thank God you're home again.

 

**the tiniest notion of how I felt after holding down the fort for two weeks.  So glad it's over!**

 

 

 

 

Bluebonnets

My out-of-state friends get tired of hearing about how great Texas is, so I won't go on and on today.  But how gorgeous is our state flower?  Every highway is flanked my them right now, and you can almost always find a family in them, posing for their annual picture. 

This little field isn't a field at all, but my mother-in-law's neighbor's yard.  They have let them naturalize over the years, until they just took over.  This should be a mandatory state-wide ordinance in my opinion.

Poetry Wednesday - To My Unborn Baby Girl

To My Unborn Baby Girl

--Not Due for Four Weeks Yet--

 

Chasing butterflies and bees,

Falling down and scraping knees...

 

Building towers out of blocks,

Stretching, reaching, skipping rocks...

 

Whirling, twirling, playing fiddle,

Hula hoop around your middle...

 

Walkling, rocking, swimming laps,

Running bases, dancing tap...

 

Turning handsprings, hopping scotch,

Planning shows for us to watch...

 

Jumping, hopping, pony riding,

Twisting, bopping, Seek-n-Hiding...

 

Flying folded aeroplanes,

Setting up a bowling lane...

 

Wrestling, running, toppling, tripping,

Painting, sculpting, sliding, slipping...

 

Bumping, pushing, flipping, flopping,

Jumping, thumping, never stopping...

 

Little one, I don't know what you are doing in there, but would you be still for FIVE MINUTES so I could get some rest?!

Eight Years

Oh, how I love him.