If only the boys and I weren't sick, Mother's Day would be sweet. I am all set to start up Quicken and make some progress in the piled up papers cluttering my life. I did some serious cleaning these last couple of weeks, and I feel the chi flowing through the house. I'm looking forward to visitors, to a lovers' trip to a hot springs resort with my girlfriend. My 8-year-old son made me an origami flower garden today.
Here is my favorite mommy poem:
Six Weeks Old
by Christopher Morley
HE is so small he does not know
The summer sun, the winter snow;
The spring that ebbs and comes again,
All this is far beyond his ken.
A little world he feels and sees:
His mother's arms, his mother's knees;
He hides his face against her breast,
And does not care to learn the rest.
TrackBack URI for this entry
Subscribe to this comment's feed
Show/Hide comment form