We make laundry,
Lots of messes
Happiness’s
Finest parts
We make parents
Laugh and lament
We melt popsicles
And hearts
We make Ordinary
Sacred
We make headaches ...
We are loud
We make parents
Lose their patience
We make parents
Feel so proud
We make dishes
And the wishes
Of mommies
And daddies come true
We make noise
And joys
And sorrows
Cause that's what
Girls and boys do
We make sticky
Hugs and kisses
We make adults
Children too
We make everything
So worth it
With soft, chubby,
‘I wuv/love you’
Did I mention
We make messes
We make parents
Find their knees
While we make
Best Happiness-es
While we make
Best Memories
© Janet Martin
I wrote this with one on my lap
Squeezing me with hugs and kisses and one
Beside me who, after I read
Part of the poem
pleaded non-stop
‘ple-e-e-se may I have a melty popsicle?
I love melty popsicles, ple-e-e-e-ase!
Sometimes ya’ just gotta
Strike while the iron is hot!
Now let’s see if we have any popsicles!
Yes!
then Little boy climbed back up on my chair
put his arms around my neck and right now he
is hiccupping loudly in my earπππ
(must be that popsicle:)
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