I’m sitting in the living room next to Matthew on this lovely spring evening and thinking…probably too much! (Didn’t know that was possible with me didja? ;) )Anyway, I thought I’d put my few meandering thoughts here. It’s supposed to be written in stanzas of two lines (couplet), but my blog doesn’t want to recognize the spaces. I apologize if it’s hard to read. And thanks for reading this at all. I hope you all have a wonderful week!
I have a little boy who’s three.
He is indeed a joy to me.
His little pj’s with the feet,
His tiny voice that’s oh-so-sweet.
At dawn’s first light he comes to me
And asks to sit upon my knee.
We sit and rock in the big brown chair
I smile and smooth his cute bed hair.
He likes to sit and hear a book
And help me stir when I cook.
He loves to snuggle when it’s cold
He says he’ll love me when I’m old.
I love my little boy of three.
I guess he’ll be the last, you see.
Someday, as the years pass by
I’ll think of this and I’ll sigh.
I’ll wish I could bring back to me
My little boy who’s only three.
But I’ll just sit and rock a while,
And count my blessings with a smile.