On Kissing Golden Curls and Such

The death of John McCain has fired some fresh for/against political-debate

for some people who enjoy such things.

 "personally", I told hubby on the onset of another such-flavored conversation,

 "I prefer the gentle world of kissing golden curls and such"
(before they have to brave the battle where Bible-based truths and politics war..)

(plus, I just don't have the energy for such discussions after a day of kissing-holding-scolding😊)

When Grandson wanted to get dressed the other morning

I told him he may take his pj's off...

I laughed til I cried as round and round he went trying to pull his foot free...and it would not!

Ah, moments like these make so worthy-the-earthy as well!

Kissing golden curls with love

Fitting small hands into these

Laughing at the antics of

Pirates sailing green-grass seas…

Shores a-buzz with honey-bees

Moments full of joys of boys

Trucks and bugs and hugs times ten

Never mind the mess, the noise

Can’t rewind today again

Soon life turns boys into men

Peek into a petal-porch

Marvel at the color-world

Caught inside a teeny torch

Where the bitty bud uncurled

Glimpse of mighty God unfurled

Kiss those curls, boo-boos and such

Do not fret the Yet, my dear

Life is like a Maestro’s touch

Composing ballads of Year

With the notes of Now and Here

Stop to watch a cloud drift by

Talk to butterflies, walk slow

Peek-a-boo and hush, don’t cry

Kiss those golden curls, for oh

Willing winds of change do blow

© Janet Martin