Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Two Poems by Liam
Maeve (written 5/20, after he saw her freshly born)
Free (written last week after bedtime, as he sat by the window watching the birds)
in the sky
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....)