tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19571596.post-1121797784480288362008-01-29T20:32:00.000-08:002008-01-29T20:52:39.802-08:00Sweet Girl is a poet. And she knows it. But, even though she writes poetry on every imaginable topic, from limericks about her sister to rhymes about her brother, to prose about trees, to songs about birds, she doesn't usually share them with me. I tend to stumble across them. I always get a kick out of them, and truly see talent there. (The spelling can make me laugh, too!)<br /><br />So, the other day I was opening up Microsoft Word and in "my recent documents" I spied, "Mother". I personally didn't remember writing anything entitiled "Mother", so of course I opened it, because, "mine is not to reason why, mine is but to peek and pry". I found a poem<em> to me. </em>I had this brief fearful moment when I thought that she must had written it for me, printed it up, given it to me, and I had forgotten it. What sort of mother forgets a poem entitled "Mother" and written by her little daughter? (Well, me, but I didn't, and that's the point). I read it. For the first time. My eyes teared up. I thought, "She likes me, she really <em>likes</em> me". I called her into the room and pointed at the computer screen.<br /><br />"What is this?" I asked.<br /><br />"Oh, that", she shrugged. "I wrote that for you last year. For Mother's Day or your birthday. Can't remember which".<br /><br />"But why haven't I seen it before?".<br /><br />"Oh, I was going to type it and print it and frame it but the frame didn't fit and anyway, I <em>bought</em> you something else. That was way better. Remember?"<br /><br />Kids don't get it. There is nothing she could have purchased for me that would have brought me greater joy than this:<br /><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">MOTHER</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></em> </div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">Makes me giggle, and do a happy wiggle</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">Kiss and hugger, chocolate lover.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">Candy buyer, makes me a tryer</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">Care-taker when I'm sick.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">Always with me, thin or thick.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">Homeschool teacher. High-up reacher</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">Goodie baker. Big breakfast maker. Movie taker</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">Main Street Walker. Fun plans talker.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">Funny joke teller. Won't allow a yeller.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">Won't let me be sad. Hard to make mad.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">Soccer mom. Cookbook lover.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">Out-loud reader. Gives me the beater.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">Tea party planner. Teaches me manners.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">Makes a garden. Shows a rainbow.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">Tells me something good to know.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">Who can it be? No one but my mommy!</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></em> </div><div align="left"><span style="color:#330033;"><em> </em>As a herewegoagain sidenote to this wonderful little poem, I just have to say that there are not one or two or even <em>three</em> references to food...but, um, SEVEN. Yes, I love to eat candy. Make goodies. Have an egg or two or three (with bacon and potatoes) for breakfast. Read cookbooks. Plan tea parties. Share a beater full of cookie dough. Have I mentioned Hershey Kisses lately? That would be the chocolate lover part. They <em>are</em> sweet, but not as sweet as my little girl...who has got me pegged 100 percent.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#330033;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="color:#330033;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="color:#330033;"></span> </div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></em> </div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></em> </div>herewegoagainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16475883634621199391noreply@blogger.com