Last and certainly not least
Watching you heart sputters
All your coos and random mutters
Eating that eraser, swinging those hips
Coloring your picture, best kissing lips
Lifes true wonder, lifes coolest meme
Fluorescent light, decorative machine
To my sweetest Drew. Keep swinging those hips big boy, you are the light💛
Here’s our little D slime experimenting
Realizing I’m no longer a little girl
No need to come to the big games
Puberty embarrassments and shames
Felt wrong when you don’t know why
your here and they’re not, anxiety shy
Soon the rocks would start to skip
Longer, further seeking a faith rip
A breakthrough building splash
Block ing worries into a prayer stash
Now all I have is hope and dreams and
what floats inside and burst my seams
No longer seeking validation or love
Not a little girl, a mother rising above
To my little sweet D.M.B. who has given me courage and reminds me to live every moment to the fullest🙌
Our youngest sweet boy Drew
To Alex who still has my heart over the years and keeps me drooling🙌
Sleeping lamb, resting spirit
Nurturing songs, calming lyrics
Independent original outlook
Slightly backwards, dyslexic book
Revelations embedded at the start
Intuition pulsing, his OG ram heart
Unique perspective fresh statement
Rejuvenating pleasantly impaient
Just to participate in hi s presence
Fairytales galore white picket fence
Love you big guy to the moon
Picture day for EnH xmas card
Terminally ill for more than half my years. Remembering the day Mom shared our biggest fears.
Mom had just sent us on a father daughter trip, nationals before mentioning his slip.
Did I note we won Portland in an athletic sweep, rush home to celebrate instead greeted with defeat.
Standing in the hall by the laundry room my face begins to melt. “He’s fine” crying understanding and hurting empty hands folded, knelt.
Truth is nothing’d ever be the same, next year Mom joined the cancer game. Hard on her that beast, picked her raw. Holding hands in chemo is what I saw.
Two love birds making their mark starting with the nurses and doctors they’d embark.
ogether they both be poked and prodded bruised and thin while they listened and nodded.
Turns out heaven wanted one but not the other and left us here with him not his lover.
Always will be a Daddy’s girl, the way he loved my mother made my world. Hard watching love being separated thankful for all the riches she created
Miss you Mom, LOVE YOU DAD🙌🧡 Thanks for always telling me to do my best and reminding me all my value.
My buddy pickle counting
Trying to grasp some understandings of speech at 3 and all the benefits. A short poem for my middle buddy Will making it happen and finding himself.
You make a circle fit into a square
I will not bare a circle in a square
But not all things fit exact, this so true
We’ve always known not to make zoo
What happens when forced into space
Will all be stretched out of their place
Keep going little buddy we all see the glow inside you special boy! Keep shining we love hearing you spit out all the words you can imagine☀️🧡
Little bro thinks circles fit in squares!🙌🧡
Last nights game turned off early. Apparently we missed a ridiculous brawl that broke out 8 seconds left Steelers Brownes game. The crowd and commentators were alarmed at what was displayed. Seems to be little appropriate entertainment anymore. That being said nothing like a good “touch my quarter back and you’ll be sorry blood bath.” Behave boys.
Just to be a ballerina for a day
Music beneath ribbon astray
Body floating enchanted sway
Delicate power wisping away
Oh to be that free and high
Steel toes luring passing by
Performing artist on the fly
How beautiful the ability to try