Friday, October 15, 2004
From a 'meme' going around LiveJournal
"When you see this, post a bit of poetry in your own journal."
SENTIMENT ALERT!!
When he grows up, I don’t think he’ll recall
How, on a sapphire morning in the fall,
Dust pussies tumbled up and down the stair,
And smudges lined the woodwork here and there
While he and I ran hand in hand together,
Carefree, into the bright October weather.
I hope my son looks back upon today
And sees a mother who had time to play.
Whether the work was done or not,
Who realized chores are sometimes best forgot.
There will be years for cleaning house and cooking.
But little boys grow up while we’re not looking.
(This is in one of the 10 kazillion books in my house, so I can't name you the author. A-Mom-ynous, I guess.)
SENTIMENT ALERT!!
When he grows up, I don’t think he’ll recall
How, on a sapphire morning in the fall,
Dust pussies tumbled up and down the stair,
And smudges lined the woodwork here and there
While he and I ran hand in hand together,
Carefree, into the bright October weather.
I hope my son looks back upon today
And sees a mother who had time to play.
Whether the work was done or not,
Who realized chores are sometimes best forgot.
There will be years for cleaning house and cooking.
But little boys grow up while we’re not looking.
(This is in one of the 10 kazillion books in my house, so I can't name you the author. A-Mom-ynous, I guess.)
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