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A Love Poem for My Favorite Guy

by KimHarms 0 Comments

So Happy Happy Birthday

And Happy Valentine’s too.

I am far beyond blessed

that I get to do this life with you.


Middle School Moms and A Poem about a Boy and His Mama

Tonight begins Middle School Moms group at my house. (I know it’s a terribly creative name isn’t it?) As I sit wondering about the moms I’m going to get to know better and the kids I’m going to have the opportunity to pray for this summer, I am reminded of this poem I wrote a couple years ago.

A poem about a little boy who still lives in the world where holding mama’s hand in public is as natural as giggling with his friends.

I have one boy who holds my hand still, but time moves fast, and middle-schoolers love their mama in ways that generally do not include public displays of affection.

But I love them all so much. I love the little boy who cuddles with me on the couch while we watch The Cosby Show, and I love the big ones who sprawl across the couch and floor watching the NBA finals with me, hollering at the refs when they make a bad call.

The Hand Holding Mine

By: Kim Harms


Waiting in the lunch line

Adrift in a sea of children

A little boy’s hand

slips unpretentiously into mine.

Back and forth he swings my arm

All the while

Animatedly chatting

With the classmates surrounding him.

This moment does not dissolve his heart.

The touch of my hand does not cause his eye to tear.

He is simply a little boy

Staking claim to his mama.

But to me it is more.

Those fingers all wrapped up in mine

I am wholly in love

In this brief moment.

Lost in a world

Where smooth little fingers mesh easily with aging hands

And the expression of a son’s love for his mama

Comes as naturally as laughing with his friends.

A world which

Upon a blink and a breath

Will pass from reality

Into memory.


I Am Not Enough

by KimHarms 8 Comments

I am not enough

To undo my mistakes, to answer my own prayers

To make myself compassionate when I simply don’t care.

To give joyfully each time, to love those I don’t like,

To succeed without pride, to submit without a fight.

I am not enough

To seize every moment, to savor every gift

To put playtime above laundry on my to-do list.

To ease the worries that find their way inside.

To overcome the insecurities I so like to hide.

I am  not enough

But I know the One who is.

The One who

Forgives my mistakes and answers my prayers

Fills my heart with compassion that was not before there.

Who loves the unlovable, Epitomizes joy.

Submitted in humility to come to earth as a boy.

The One who

Never misses a moment, nor overlooks a gift

Who gives undivided attention to every petition I lift.

Who exchanges my worry for calm, my insecurity for peace.

Whose unconditional love will not ever cease.

I am not enough, but I know the one who is.

So thankful that though I have never been perfect and never will be, I know the one who is and always has been. And he loves me enough not only to save me but to gently guide me to become more like him.


“Mom, Let Go” – A Poem About My Boy

by KimHarms 0 Comments


Because sometimes milestones can be equally joy-filled and heart-breaking.

“Mom, let go.”


Three small words

A punch to the gut

Tears behind sunglasses

Broken heart


Black bicycle seat

Released from my grasp

Unfettered boy

Riding free


Simple mastery of


But to me

It is more


He can do it

On his own

Reliance on me

Ever decreasing


A mama’s pride

 Mingled with loss

Most heart-wrenching

Mix of emotions


Down the path

He pedals alone

Grinning, bursting with

Joy of independence


Bless that boy

Father I pray

And comfort the mama

Who let go

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