Our Glorious Here (by a Child Caregiver:)

PAD Challenge 27: For today’s prompt, write a story poem. ...
or in this case, little stories posted after the poem that helped inspire it.

Once, upon a fond time and place

Which soon swift season-tides erase

They graced her life; her heart and arms

Run through and through with child-sweet charms

A ‘bless this mess’ and ‘my-oh-my’

A ‘share your toys’ and ‘hush, don’t cry’

Days filled with noise from boys and girls

Like oysters filled with precious pearls

…because we know; time proves it oft

With touch so commonplace and soft

How soon we wear love’s tender hurts

In loss of little shoes and shirts

They leave amongst strewed toys and such

The innocence we love so much

That tunes our laughter with life’s best

And makes so worth it all, the rest

Where, though a wee girl’s ‘loudest weep’

Might wake the baby just asleep

Where though ‘it was an accident’

Wears thin the grin of good intent

And though the crumbs that stick to feet

Might make us cringe and groan abit

And though the joys of girls and boys

Might weary us with fuss and noise

...The time will come (oh yes, it will)

When home-sweet-home is clean and still

The cheek kind-kissed with wistful tear

For what is now our Glorious Here

© Janet Martin

"I sure wish we had your house"

 Little Boy sighed as he marveled at a freshly-filled bathroom-tissue holder ...

 Little Boy: (after I noticed he's not eating the mozzarella cheese at lunch)

 "I only like yellow cheese"

Me: but the only 'yellow' cheese I have is old and I'm not sure you'll like it"

"Oh no!" he said, "I only like new cheese"

Me: "my old cheese is new...but my new cheese is old..."

(so we all tried a piece and and they decided Janet's new, old cheese is delicious!:)

Kids, don't you just love 'em!

...and to top it all off:  this morning, this sign at the end of my cousin's driveway!

Can't you just picture the painstaking 'pride' that went into making the letters big and bold enough
for drive-by reading!