Dallas here.
Since Mama and The Kid (AKA Domer) are off to the movies — again! — I’m manning the computer.
Monthly Archives: December 2015
A Quiet Snack
There once was a squirrel so sweet
Who climbed up the house to eat.
He perched on the sill
And sat there quite still
Until it was time to repeat!
Note: Poetic form is a Limerick. This little darling scales up two stories to perch on our window sill nearly every day. He usually brings a spot of food with him, too. Just look at his tiny hands!! Domer is home for the holidays, so I’m taking a few days off to play. Merry Christmas, one and all — I’ll be back soon!
Wordless Wednesday
Duck…Duck…Sheep.
Wait, what?!?
Dispensing Hugs
Hugs are the universal medicine. ~Author Unknown
Something completely unexpected happened this weekend after I finished Confession.
(Now, for those who aren’t aware, “Confession” is more properly known as the Sacrament of Reconciliation, and Catholics are required to participate once a year — more often is generally preferred.)
Frozen Fog
The fog comes on little cat feet. It sits looking over the harbor and city on silent haunches, and then moves on. — Carl Sandburg, American poet and winner of three Pulitzer Prizes
This weekend, I woke to a winter wonderland, only it wasn’t the snowy kind.
It was a freezing fog.
Missing You
The reason it hurts so much to separate is because our souls are connected. — Nicholas Sparks, American novelist
Missing you…
The scent of baby —
Fresh powder and soft skin,
Cuddly blue blankets,
Onesies with cars on the tummy,
Rattles and teething rings,
Bottles and even clean diapers.
Late nights recounting toes
To assure myself you’re perfectly whole.
Missing you…
The boy years —
When the light bulb goes off
And shows you understand a concept.
An impromptu hug that’s fiercely returned,
Fresh dandelions presented with pride,
A myriad of rocks in your pockets.
Late nights stepping on Legos and toy cars
As I tiptoe in the dark to tuck you into bed.
Missing you…
The college student —
Off on your own to grow and learn,
Juggling studies and activities,
Blossoming from boy to young man
With confidence, kindness, and unselfishness.
Unashamed to show emotion or help a friend.
Evening phone calls to catch up with
Everything you’re doing and thinking.
Missing you…
The young professional —
Working and handling life on your own.
Brief visits over the holidays
Just don’t feel long enough now,
And you’re moving in circles I’m not.
Still we stay in touch, connected by
More than technology and obligation.
Heartstrings wrapped invisibly for all time.
Musings by an ND Domer's Mom 