Must I carry these with me
Your shoes, encrusted with sands
Adventures' remains all about the house
Of no consequence or weight to you, my little ones
But I'm your first teacher
Your servant and master-- your mother
And maybe someday your friend. Yet
Am I enabling my toddlers when
I let you grow wild like weed and carefree?
Shall I snip you both from left and right
Give you rights and take away privileges
Play you my music and passages of ceremony
Give you your version of heaven and hell
In cookies and spankings, in cuddles and time outs?
I wish I could keep my sticks and carrots
And wait until you and I, we understand each other
We can marvel together at life's nonsense
Write poems of even less sense
And carry sandy shoes and all.
8/27/2014
Your shoes, encrusted with sands
Adventures' remains all about the house
Of no consequence or weight to you, my little ones
But I'm your first teacher
Your servant and master-- your mother
And maybe someday your friend. Yet
Am I enabling my toddlers when
I let you grow wild like weed and carefree?
Shall I snip you both from left and right
Give you rights and take away privileges
Play you my music and passages of ceremony
Give you your version of heaven and hell
In cookies and spankings, in cuddles and time outs?
I wish I could keep my sticks and carrots
And wait until you and I, we understand each other
We can marvel together at life's nonsense
Write poems of even less sense
And carry sandy shoes and all.
8/27/2014
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