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Email: grace@vcn.com
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Thought you might enjoy...
WHEN I'M A LITTLE OLD LADY
Then I'll live with my children and bring them great joy. To repay all I've had from each girl and boy. I shall draw on the walls and scuff up the floor; run in and out without closing the door.
I'll hide frogs in the pantry, socks under my bed. Whenever they scold me, I'll hang my head. I'll run and I'll romp, always fritter away the time to be spent doing chores every day.
I'll pester my children when they are on the phone. As long as they're busy I won't leave them alone. Hide candy in closets, rocks in a drawer, and never pick up my clothes from the floor.
Dash off to the movies and not wash a dish. I'll plead for allowance whenever I wish. I'll stuff up the plumbing deluge the floor. As soon as they've mopped it, I'll flood it some more.
When they correct me, I'll lie down and cry, Kicking and screaming, not a tear in my eye. I'll take all their pencils and flashlights, and then when they buy new ones, I'll take them again. I'll spill glasses of milk to complete every meal, eat my banana and just drop the peel. Put toys on the table, spill jam on the floor, I'll break lots of dishes as though I were four.
What fun I shall have, what joy it will be to Live with my children....the way they lived with me!
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Thought you might enjoy...
WHEN I'M A LITTLE OLD LADY
Then I'll live with my children and bring them great joy. To repay all I've had from each girl and boy. I shall draw on the walls and scuff up the floor; run in and out without closing the door.
I'll hide frogs in the pantry, socks under my bed. Whenever they scold me, I'll hang my head. I'll run and I'll romp, always fritter away the time to be spent doing chores every day.
I'll pester my children when they are on the phone. As long as they're busy I won't leave them alone. Hide candy in closets, rocks in a drawer, and never pick up my clothes from the floor.
Dash off to the movies and not wash a dish. I'll plead for allowance whenever I wish. I'll stuff up the plumbing deluge the floor. As soon as they've mopped it, I'll flood it some more.
When they correct me, I'll lie down and cry, Kicking and screaming, not a tear in my eye. I'll take all their pencils and flashlights, and then when they buy new ones, I'll take them again. I'll spill glasses of milk to complete every meal, eat my banana and just drop the peel. Put toys on the table, spill jam on the floor, I'll break lots of dishes as though I were four.
What fun I shall have, what joy it will be to Live with my children....the way they lived with me!
Email: jiorns@snet.net
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This poem just tells it all doesn't it!! I had forgotten that when my mother first began to depend upon me I had said " she gave me 18 years of her life before I went out on my own and I will give her 18 years of my life in return." The person I said it to was just a man who was in the house to fix the TV. but he thought that was the way things should be and this poem brought that day all back in a flash.
Our mothers raised us the best they knew how and now we spend their lasts days, weeks, months, or years caring for them the best we know how. Now when I go into my mother's living room and see all the pieces of paper and card board all over the floor around her chair, I will think of this poem. I have also printed it out to show her and get her reaction. Then I will post it on my wall to look at over and over again.
Thank you Grace for putting it here for me to see today.
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This poem just tells it all doesn't it!! I had forgotten that when my mother first began to depend upon me I had said " she gave me 18 years of her life before I went out on my own and I will give her 18 years of my life in return." The person I said it to was just a man who was in the house to fix the TV. but he thought that was the way things should be and this poem brought that day all back in a flash.
Our mothers raised us the best they knew how and now we spend their lasts days, weeks, months, or years caring for them the best we know how. Now when I go into my mother's living room and see all the pieces of paper and card board all over the floor around her chair, I will think of this poem. I have also printed it out to show her and get her reaction. Then I will post it on my wall to look at over and over again.
Thank you Grace for putting it here for me to see today.
Subject: Poem #1--A mothers viewpoint
Email: coffeegrll@aol.com
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Just thought I would share...
11 ocklock
11 ocklock the battery powered swing plays on..
a toddler breathes heavily
and scarfs down chartreuse and magenta colored
"yogourt"
Finally my tea is mine...after meeting the
microwave three times already
Now the lawn mower outside buzzes
and the toddler runs to see this circus spectacle
"What's THAT?"
and a baby cries...
my mind scrambles to figure out which child is in
need now
The caffeine rolls in sweeping me with serenity
just as the toddler streaks by me wearing only a
diaper, screeching in happiness
and the smell of mature baby poop hits me
his grimace propells me to continue on.
Time to make the donuts
copyrighted Liisa Analore April 4, 1999
Email: coffeegrll@aol.com
Message:
Just thought I would share...
11 ocklock
11 ocklock the battery powered swing plays on..
a toddler breathes heavily
and scarfs down chartreuse and magenta colored
"yogourt"
Finally my tea is mine...after meeting the
microwave three times already
Now the lawn mower outside buzzes
and the toddler runs to see this circus spectacle
"What's THAT?"
and a baby cries...
my mind scrambles to figure out which child is in
need now
The caffeine rolls in sweeping me with serenity
just as the toddler streaks by me wearing only a
diaper, screeching in happiness
and the smell of mature baby poop hits me
his grimace propells me to continue on.
Time to make the donuts
copyrighted Liisa Analore April 4, 1999
Subject: Poem#2--My child with a CHD
Email: coffeegrll
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One of my twins has a congenital heart defect...I
wrote this about her
She
so she sleeps
this tiny body wrapped in pastel fleece
at a glance
only a baby, free of care
her tiny chest.up and down with rhythmic motion
sedates me, and calls me to a sleep
chilly fingertips and fuzzy dusty brown hair
I wrap my arms around and lean closer to inhale
the scent of she..
with dried milk on her chin, and medicine on her
collar
she is mine
she is alive,
and she breathes as I exhale into the midnight
hour
With a pained look the night wakes her
as her lips move to gnaw on my nightshirt
searching for the warmth of my breast to nourish
her
we meet..
and she feeds leading me to sleep again
copyrighted Liisa Analore April 4, 1999
Email: coffeegrll
Message:
One of my twins has a congenital heart defect...I
wrote this about her
She
so she sleeps
this tiny body wrapped in pastel fleece
at a glance
only a baby, free of care
her tiny chest.up and down with rhythmic motion
sedates me, and calls me to a sleep
chilly fingertips and fuzzy dusty brown hair
I wrap my arms around and lean closer to inhale
the scent of she..
with dried milk on her chin, and medicine on her
collar
she is mine
she is alive,
and she breathes as I exhale into the midnight
hour
With a pained look the night wakes her
as her lips move to gnaw on my nightshirt
searching for the warmth of my breast to nourish
her
we meet..
and she feeds leading me to sleep again
copyrighted Liisa Analore April 4, 1999
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How wonderful your poems are...they say so much...keep up your writing...and keep up that journal...you never know when it will all be published.
LOVE & LIGHT
G
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How wonderful your poems are...they say so much...keep up your writing...and keep up that journal...you never know when it will all be published.
LOVE & LIGHT
G
Subject: Life instructions..5
Email: nelsonmuntzhaha@aol.com
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1. Give people more than they expect and do it cheerfully.
2. Memorize your favorite poem.
3. Don't believe all you hear, spend all you have, or sleep all you want.
4. When you say, "I love you", mean it.
5. When you say, "I'm sorry", look the person in the eye
Email: nelsonmuntzhaha@aol.com
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1. Give people more than they expect and do it cheerfully.
2. Memorize your favorite poem.
3. Don't believe all you hear, spend all you have, or sleep all you want.
4. When you say, "I love you", mean it.
5. When you say, "I'm sorry", look the person in the eye
Subject: The Shower
Email: nelsonmuntzhaha@aol.com
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I woke up this morning, with the realization that I hadn't showered in 5 days (I hate to admit that). As my husband darted out the door to work, I saw yet another day showerless slipping quickly by me.
Mentally I tried to plan how I could perform this once simple and routine task. "one baby in the swing, one in the bouncy seat"...that sounds good. But, whoops my toddler throws a wrench into the whole deal.
So, what if I showered WITH him, put one baby in a bouncy seat, and one baby in a swing. That sounded like a good plan.
Well, the bathroom is drenched now.. there is water all over the floor. My toddler is running around naked, and I am praying he doesn't decide to excrete in a corner of the living room. Both of the babies are screaming, and the tub is draining so slowly I could have made thanksgiving dinner already!
But, I am clean, my feet are clean, my hair, minutes ago tangled up and screaming for water, is now wet and waiting for a blow dryer that it may never see.
I did it, the Shower is over, and boy do I
feel........ Tired!
Liisa
Email: nelsonmuntzhaha@aol.com
Message:
I woke up this morning, with the realization that I hadn't showered in 5 days (I hate to admit that). As my husband darted out the door to work, I saw yet another day showerless slipping quickly by me.
Mentally I tried to plan how I could perform this once simple and routine task. "one baby in the swing, one in the bouncy seat"...that sounds good. But, whoops my toddler throws a wrench into the whole deal.
So, what if I showered WITH him, put one baby in a bouncy seat, and one baby in a swing. That sounded like a good plan.
Well, the bathroom is drenched now.. there is water all over the floor. My toddler is running around naked, and I am praying he doesn't decide to excrete in a corner of the living room. Both of the babies are screaming, and the tub is draining so slowly I could have made thanksgiving dinner already!
But, I am clean, my feet are clean, my hair, minutes ago tangled up and screaming for water, is now wet and waiting for a blow dryer that it may never see.
I did it, the Shower is over, and boy do I
feel........ Tired!
Liisa