whispers and rain

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“The Lord is kindness and strength”  (Psalm 144:2)

 

The littlest one is big now,

catching up to his older sister.

His thick feet smack the floor

as his sickle-shaped legs send him

sailing after his siblings

and they yelp under the whack

of his little paws – he whispers,

“so sorry…gen-tle,” right away

and rubs their sore spots.

They laugh and tackle him.

 

He is everywhere round –

round arms, round legs,

round cheeks, round belly.

He throws his arms up and shouts

for me to lift him; he is heavy like stone,

yet with ease I set him on my hip

for he hurls hugs and kisses my way,

(I am a tree in the rain)

making loving kindness

my strength and his.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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One response »

  1. Lovely post! We are both in the rain…these days. Love “(I am a tree in the rain) making loving kindness my strength and his. What a wonderful teacher and mom you are to your little ones! God Bless…

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