My sister set me a challenge - to write a poem in anapestic tetrametre (the metre used by Dr Seuss.) My effort is nowhere near as entertaining and humorous as the good Doc's (or my sister's poem, for that matter)... but since Thanksgiving is in the air and I've been awaiting the muse to celebrate my sons in poetry... here goes!
For our long conversations 'bout "God only knows"
And for giggles and gurgles and pink baby toes
For the huggles and snuggles and cuddles we share
For those small, chubby fingers that tangle my hair
For the sweet, sloppy kisses no mother would swap
For those bright shining glances that make my heart stop
For an infant's dependence that wails every need
For that huge milk-drunk grin at the end of a feed
For a toddler's logic and tantrums and tears
And for being the one who can calm all their fears
For their joy in exploring each blossoming skill
For their bravery pushing the bounds of free will
For frustration, impatience and chaos unleashed
As I treasure by contrast rare moments of peace
Make my hands quick to catch them whenever they fall
Make my feet swift to answer whenever they call
Dearest Lord I give thanks for these boys every day
Bless my Wombat and Munchkin, I lovingly pray!
This photo was taken a month ago, so you can see that Munchkin is no lightweight! I'm so scatterbrained lately that Yeti has suggested Munchkin is sucking out my intelligence to fill that big head of his! LOL :D (That might explain the ending of my poem, which though sincere, feels like something of a cop-out...)
Poetry Friday is hosted this week at Under the Covers.
I hear a hungry cry from the bedroom - gotta go. At least the source of Munchkin's new nickname should be obvious by now!!!