The floorboards creak,
and I try not to wake
her dreams
of milk, stars, and cat tails flicking,
back and forth
like eyes under lids.
She sleeps.
My girl, my soul mate, the hours
creep by and I see
her forehead rise above the crib
like the sea giving birth to the sun,
and little fingers
beckon the morning.
By Froggymama
3 comments:
Froggy is wonderful kid
Oh, how beautiful. I love it. A lovely poem and a stunningly gorgeous child.
Thanks everyone! Froggyaunt, I love your quote from Madeleine L'Engle. I can't wait to read her book. There are a few moments of wonder that really stayed with me from childhood. One night when I was staying at aunt "B"'s house, we heard a frog or toad (how appropriate now) outside, ribbiting like he was warning the neighborhood of some great catastrophe, or maybe just some flies buzzing around. Aunt B took us outside in our jammies to find this loud little neighbor. It was so exciting for us to get out of bed after we were already in it (mom never would have let us do that!), to go find a toad. It was silly and spontaneous and just like Aunt B. When I told "B"'s kids how much fun their mom was, they said, "really, my mom?" Ha. These moments of wonder are so "wonder"ful to relive through Froggy. Her 'firsts' are more fun experiencing them vicariously, than my own moments of wonder.
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