Thoughts I've thunk while sippin' at a cup of tea and reading something provoking, often get dropped here for the benefit of humanity and my own hubris.
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Cold Hot Cereal
Emotions hot Hot cereal cold Tea’s cold too Tears are as well Few minutes later Kettle is screaming Kids are too Not feeling so well Why this desire For peace calm Happiness too Enjoy this as well Underneath baby I’m passed out Baby is too Trouble dispelled Ten a.m. … time for work. |
I don’t often write commentaries on my own poetry … and I’m sure this poem needs no explanatory notes, but I have some musings that I just can’t shoehorn in…
After reading this poem, if you are a parent, a nostalgic smile will crack across your face. Its a smile I’ve seen on many a grayed-hair person who pats my hand with an aura of been-there-done-that. Its also a smile I’ve caught on myself as I thumb through old photographs and home movies. Old? Heh … the one I almost cried over today is only 6 months old.
But that little girl in that picture who couldn’t talk is gone. Replaced by a little girl who constantly talks despite the fact that she still can’t pronounce most of her consonants.
I miss that little girl. I miss the struggle to understand her and her often creative way at communication. I miss the little toddling girl before her. And the crawling girl before her. And the girl who could barely roll over… yeah, I miss her too.
“Daddy hold me!” she says, though she could have said, “I’d like a little more attention.”
“I’m sorry honey, but I’m already holding your baby brother.”
“Hold me, peas?” she says, though she could have said, “You better hold me now because soon you won’t be able to … and you just might miss this little girl.” Yeah, it doesn’t take long before I’m bouncing around the room holding a child in each arm.
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Alright, alright, so that was a bit, um … er, sappy? But it wasn’t too long ago that I read about this idea that we should approach the disturbances in our life as if we had been gone for twenty years and were just coming back…
“Oh there’s the neighbors dog barking again. I remember when that dog use to bother me. Funny, he used to start barking just when I went outside to relax.”
“Ah, the lawn and its abundant weeds. I remember when I use to dread wasting a nice sunny day working on it. But with the sun shining on all those little bobbing yellow heads, it looks quite pretty.”
Kind of a different spin on that old concept of non-attachment, eh?
Comment posted on Thursday, 12 February 2004It is quite OK to get a little sappy when you are a parent. Time passes so quickly when you see a baby become a person.
It also passes quickly when you work to hard (me) and suddenly recognize that you haven’t contacted a good friend in a while. Hi Howie! Thanks for the moment.
Comment posted on Tuesday, 17 February 2004
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