Black toe jam fuzzies
From first-worn black socks
Out of scuffed Sketcher sneakers
Full of school playground rocks,
Float with
Green army soldiers
And Grave Digger trucks
Clogging bath tub drain pipes
Saved by yellow squish ducks.
Splashes on windows,
A soaked bathroom floor
Tell the tale of the battle:
The army men's war,
Crayons made for tub
(That's what the box said)
Scribbled, during bath time,
Over tile walls instead.
Bubbles up to here
And bubbles up to there
A squeaky clean boy
With cotton white hair,
It's time to get out!
It's time to get dry!
I towel wrap him tight.
Peeking out with one eye
He looks at me sweetly
As only he can
Knowing his mommy
Is his number one fan
Who cheers for his soldiers
Who just won their bout
And brags of his rainbows
I'll have to scrub out
Who empties his sneakers
And puts them away
And unclogs the drain
For bath the next day
Who tucks him in snugly
With favorite stuffed toy
Who whispers night prayers
And softly kisses her boy.
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Awww, what a sweet little poem to your sweet little guy. :) I love it.
ReplyDeleteLove it Allyson! Yes! I can 'see' that EXACTLY...ALL OF IT! This woman of God 'speaks truth from experience' of this child (I KNOW, I used to have the honor of cleaning house for them and DO remember 'some' of the 'wall cleaning/floor crayon tracks' (all cleanable and great memories of our children when kept in context of their imaginative adventures of life!)
ReplyDeleteWhat a 'flare' of poetry..truly 'gifted' in many areas of life of God! (I KNOW this too as she used to also be my 'boss' where we both worked until I moved out of State to our new home area where God 'chose' land/developers/builder for us.
Thanks Allyson, keep up the great 'work'...God bless you and 'blesses all you and your family too',.... because He does!
Love you, Donna