three years coming...
friday-i'm-in-love...{will all that is fall}
we spent the day
at an apple orchard...
and as i mentioned before,
the kids played
in the hay
for the bulk of our time there.
there is nothing sweeter
than knowing your mature 13 year old
and too-cool new 9 year old
can lose all inhibition
and just play
for that long
in a pile of hay...
giggling and jumping,
burrowing and burying.
i love fall.
poetry thursday {i can't let it go}...
and scarce hidden
you remain true
to me...
ripped open
flayed and betrayed
you never turn away
from me...
i shudder and shake,
i quiver and quake,
you stand firm
in the wreckage of my wake...
and when it passes
when all is said and done
you are my stone,
you are my one.
looking for more poetry...visit read write poem...
birthday boy...
nine years ago today.
how can that be?
i still find it hard to leave you...
i am always reminded of you
standing at the baby gate
with those heartbreaking big brown eyes
babbling "hababubuh buh?"
when i would be leaving for work
and it would take every ounce of
resistance in me
not to turn around
and come back
and pick you up
and breathe you in.
you are my cuddler,
my worrier,
my thoughtful and concerned.
you make me giggle out loud,
you are my bighead,
my boy,
my baby still, even at nine.