Go-Go Mommy

Merci! Mahalo! Grazie! Xie xie!

Lucky me, lucky life
loving home, loving wife.

Two girls I need
who need me,
lucky, lucky, lucky me.

A day of thanks to reflect
on a year past so circumspect.

Some days hard, some were easy
some left me euphoric, some queazy.

Mom at home 24/7
can be both hell as well as heaven.

Poppy growing so tall and right
endless energy, boundless light.

Sweet Pea following her sister's lead
her firsts were my rewards indeed.

And KB, you made my dreams come true
I love your heart, your hard work...you!

So with my friends both new and old
before the year of reflections grow cold

a wish of thanks to all today
let tomorrow bring what it may.

Oh lucky me, lucky life,
friend, daughter, mother, sister, and wife.

Thanks for the inspiration, Rose!

You can also find me as "JB" at Silicon Valley Moms Blog.

Hip Poetry: Squish Goes the Spider

Here is a wonderful poem in honor of Halloween. It was written by a new poet who is just beginning to find his voice: my brother, PH.

Squish Goes the Spider!

My name is Mike
And bugs I like
But spiders are a different kind
One I sure hope never to find
There's something on the rug
I can see it's no bug

Squish goes the spider!

I look up and see a web
Made by one I call Jeb
I knock it down with a broom
Across the floor it starts to zoom
It looks like its about to frown
As I run it down

Squish goes the spider!

Two in one day
Pretty good I have to say
Sometimes I miss and they flee
Smiling back at me with glee
To me they really are a pest
Of this I do not jest

Squish goes the spider!

If one escapes my sight
My sis always would be full of fright
She screams when one is on the wall
And just watches it fall
I don't want one to bite her

Squish goes the spider!

Mommy's In Love Again

 

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Peace and beauty like I've
never known well up
inside me tonight.

Because you, my dear
little one, are snug in
my arms so tight.

So many times you
call to me - a siren
in my dark night.

And I lift you and
hold you against my
chest and feed my little light.

So soft and sweet, so
pure and true,
these moments so lasting and right.

And I hold you, and you
hold me, soft
fingers with touches so light.

I drink in your beauty; tiny
nose, sleeping eyes and cheeks
so cherub-like.

Then the wave rushes in and
the miracle begins, falling in love
at this breathtaking sight.