Maeve
Soft as
silk
greasy
like
a
hamburger
she opens
her mouth
when she's
hungry
oh the
sweetest
little thing
is Maeve
Free (written last week after bedtime, as he sat by the window watching the birds)
Birds
Free
in the sky
Like the
wind
Out
there
to see
the world
But
I am
stuck
here in
my room.
I love it that my boy loves words, and randomly writes poems when he feels the urge.
This morning it's raining. Liam is still in school and Fiona is napping. I am letting Aoife watch the TELEVISION (a rare treat in our home) and I am trying to find the kitchen counter.
It's busy here with four kids. I would say mostly because two of them are under 1.5 years old, but of course I don't want to leave the older ones to their own devices just because I could. So it's busy, buzzing, and sometimes feels like running on a treadmill.
But I am one happy mama.
(and so delighted to once again be waking up to find a sweet milky head in my armpit. Move over, Greg....)
2 comments:
Oh Liam you have made me smile today! Greasy like a hamburger, I love it!
And so did the last line of this post. Very much.
xo
Liam is so perfectly seven.
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