My friend (the one I wrote about here) recently reworked some children’s poems for The Des Moines Moms Blog.
She is one of the few people in the this world who can make me laugh and cry at the same time, which is just what I did when I read these for the first time the other day. If you are in the mood for a good laugh/cry, read on…
“You Are My I Love You” – (Original) Maryann K. Cusimano
I am your parent you are my child
I am your quiet place, you are my wild
I am your calm face, you are my giggle
I am your wait, you are my wiggle
I am your audience, you are my clown
I am your London Bridge, you are my falling down
I am your Carrot Sticks, you are my licorice
I am your dandelion, you are my first wish
I am your water wings, you are my deep
I am your open arms, you are my running leap
I am your way home, you are my new path
I am your dry towel, you are my wet bath
I am your dinner you are my chocolate cake
I am your bedtime, you are my wide awake
I am your finish line, you are my race
I am your praying hands, you are my saving grace
I am your favourite book, you are my new lines
I am your nightlight, you are my sunshine
I am your lullaby, you are my peek-a-boo
I am your kiss goodnight, you are my I love you
{“You Are My I Love You – Redux” – Marti Skow}
I will always be your momma, but you are no longer small,
I’ll always be “The Perfect Fan,” you’re becoming “The Boys of Fall”
I am your secret keeper, you’re a sharer on Instagram
I guide you toward a subtle ‘Yes,’ when your instinct is ‘No ma’am!’
I’m queen of second chances, you often take a third
I call you buddy, young man and friend, even when you are a turd
I swallow hard when you resist my touch, a fist bump is all you need
I ask you to make decisions slowly, you much prefer to speed
I am that voice nestled deep inside, you often pretend you’re deaf
I am the deliverer of balanced meals, you’d prefer a personal chef
I am the one beckoning, “GO TO BED!”, you are the resident owl
I am the tucker-in-of-kids, you want “goodnights” shouted from the hall
I am in bed and hear the beep, your thoughts are sweetest at nighttime texts
I say, ‘I love you bud, XOXO,’ you reply OXOX.
To read the rest of her poems, head on over to The Des Moines Moms Blog.
I just read your article in TCW about raising boys (caught my eye b/c I have four sons) and then I saw that you live in Huxley, IA! I have family there: Tom and Cindy Friedrichsen. Anyways, I had to say hello 🙂
Thanks, Katie, for leaving a comment here. I see that you are a fiction writer. I read a lot of fiction, but I write non-fiction. I don’t know your Huxley relatives, but it’s a small town so I’m sure I know someone who does.