Wrinkles,
crinkles,
crow's feet in the corners of my mind.
In Grandma's,
Ma-maw's,
Cookie's lap, inhaling her powdery scent,
I dreamed the honor of her laugh lines,
creases,
and wrinkly happiness.
My baby,
my toddler,
my little one looking up at my crinkly love.
I never imagined it would be so sweet
with crow's feet,
in the corners of my mind.
I never imagined it would be so sweet
with crow's feet,
in the corners of my mind.
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My family has been given the opportunity to participate in a community garden. Each Monday I'll be posting updates on our grand veggie-experiment. Join me at The Flexible Homeschooler with a link to your garden project and we'll have a virtual community garden to enjoy.
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I originally wrote this with Chatting At the Sky in mind. My wrinkles are my gift.
This was also linked to Steady Mom's 30 minute blog challenge, and Gratituesday over at Heavenly Homemakers. Take some time and check out all their wonderful links.
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10 comments:
love this Susan!
Beautiful...enjoyed reading this!
Every line (wrinkle) has so much meaning behind it, doesn't it? Love this.
What a great poem! I'll have to keep that one on hand.
I just glanced at your sidebar and realized that you have children with metabolic disorders. We've been working with a metabolic specialist for a couple of years now, trying to get a diagnosis for our daughter. We're at the point where the next level of testing could be very invasive (muscle biopsy, etc.). Sometimes I wonder if we'll ever get any answers that will actually be useful.
Thanks for sharing!
Ruth,
I hope you get answers! It can be such a frustrating road!!!! I'd love to compare notes- feel free to email me from my profile.
Susan,
This is so beautiful. What a precious picture, too...your smile is so lovely.
Those wrinkles are badges of honor.
You write wonderfully.
What a reminder. That my children find me beautiful even when I'm caking on the face cream ever thicker . . . :)
So I guess I need to see my first gray hairs as a gift too? thanks for the perspective!
My last two babies were born when I was 41 and 42...I know about the wrinkles and toddlers! It's great though, isn't it?!
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