Of Little Everythings

Of ruby lips and fingertips

Alight with eagerness

Of freckle-noses

Dandelion-roses

Contentment’s sweet caress

Of garden walks

Of balled-up socks

Of laundry-laden lines

Of teaching, reaching

Tenderness

From learning’s ageless vines

A wandering, pondering

Beautiful

Through living’s bitter-sweet

And knowing grace

Bestows its trace

In wild-blooms at our feet

Of forgiveness

And gentleness

Of simple-threaded bliss

Of realizing

Heaven’s glimpse

Is surely, purely this…

Ruby child-lips

And fingertips

Alight with eagerness

A mother’s/parent’s joy

Wee girl and boy

Contentment’s sweet caress

© Janet Martin

Matt (our son) asked me last night if I ever do anything. Then he laughed and re-iterated, ‘Well I know you baby-sit and you clean, but do you ever do anything else?! I grinned a little and winked; “h-m-m-m,” I said, “I think I cook once in a while.” He laughed, pondering my response for a moment before going up-stairs to bed.

p.s. Today they were all home and it is much cooler so we walked to the bush for a picnic...It reminded me of when they really were 'wee'...sigh:)

What our children see as ‘nothings’ is a parent’s ‘everything’.