Peering out the front window
Yellow, orange, and brown leaves blowing
Rake, rake, rake
Your child sized hands clasp the handle
Working hard at being a big kid
Rake, rake, rake
Holding the handle awkwardly
Barely moving any leaves
Rake, rake, rake
Heaving sighs
Wiping your brow
Rake, rake, rake
But helping and learning
Morphing in front of my eyes
Rake, rake, rake
Giving me tears of joy
Knowing your childhood time is flying by
Grow, grow, growing mama's love for you
1 comment:
Hi Jen,
I linked to your blog via Shanna's guestbook and have just finished drying my eyes. :) I have been at mgis for about 12 years now and only have one child left enrolled there (4th grade), but the last 3 all had Shanna, even the first year she came.
I enjoyed what I have read so far in your blog and what a nice piece of poetry. I can feel the rhythm and see it happening.
Ann Graf
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