near drowned fear

almost drowned
in chest deep warm water
the floundering baby love
i leap like a superhero
and swept you into my arms
I'm afraid now
every things scary
every things more precious
nothing remains the same
more risk
more discovery
my heart is rushing
my ears roar,
yet -- a still balance in my mind
only thinking of you
my darling love
and how
i just
cant
live
without you

teaching to fly

it was a year ago,
just 365 days
when
the whole world
seemed
to truly
spin carelessly
without
regard to what was
happening
to the likes of us

i remember
traveling alone with you
beneath a blanket of stars
with no regard
to what would be
to what could be
or what aught to be
just the comfort
in knowing
no matter how
far we roamed
that
we could stay
beneath the same
endless oblivion
our celestial fear
it all
become
a
gift of
opportunity
and life
a chance
to start anew

here
we are baby
forever
and ever
you
&
me

foxy mom

my girl
she gives quiet
kindof lovin
she turns to me
and simply states
you
a --
foxy mom
--
utterly
insurmountable
joy
combined with
laughter
--
foxy ma

single praise

so i have conversations with my lovely lady single mamas
the ones who fill their days much like i fill mine
a mix of hard work that included the household chores; cooking, dishes, laundry,
scrubbing floors, picking up endless toys & books, organizing & reorganizing
this is when we aren't at our jobs like the average american
i begin my day before the sun rises
and end my day far after the setting sun
we are glorified
doctors, nurses, educators - the mom, dad
playmate, love, snuggler, bather, chef, artist & any other title that falls
short of super - human!

on occasion, as we settle into our recliner when the most of the chores are done
we turn to the few friends and loved ones for a little adult communication
or perchance a hopeful reassurance, that
hell  - the days done,
score -- because we made it through another day

how does one surmise
the coming of another day
the onslaught of bills
the constant immeasurable motion of the universe
in which, on the night that you do sleep --
the baby awakes puking
with an ear ache
insurance costs more biweekly
than the preschool attendance
& quite honestly
the influx of insurance costs would equal the value
of ten hard worked hours a week

i am queen of
natural remedy
when the doctor doesn't
have an opening until
"maybe tomorrow"
and as a single mom
you know calling into
work more than one day
-- is the risk of a lost income


then at the end of the day
one must pat themselves on the back
when they work on one hour of sleep
and the hopeless fact,
that i too am coming down with some ill begotten flu
there is no rest
there is no glory for the faint of heart
and so
-- it goes
the method of survival
giving your best
and leaving what you can't control
at the back door

picked on

I find out my girl gets picked on by a little boy at school
this fact only flusters me and i think to myself
"who dares mess with my little girl"
the little devil who dares
just happens to be
the little boy
who is just " soo bad mumma"
the teacher asks me to tell him
hello, i am izzie's mommy and i hear you're
not being kind to her
i hope you understand
my girl is very special to me
and she loves school
she doesn't have any siblings to protect her
i teach her to not hit back
nor pick fights
please don't pick on my little girl
for i love her soo much
i need you to protect her
and if you do not
she will tell me
and i will have a problem
i held my sweet girl
who knew being 2.5
could be soo tough
i thought i could protect her longer
how else can a mommy express her concern
honesty i think
just honesty
i will stick with just that

--- yet
she tells me
i had a good day mumma
such a good day
-
--
i am a lucky mama
who has a girl to make my day

conversations of the littles

conversations between the little one and i
grow more and more fascinating every day
for one - as she grows
so does her vocabulary
or length of sentences
there is one particular string of stories
which has
captivated -- my sensations
it goes
in as best lyrical pros
i may assume
my adorable toddlers
manner of speak

--
-
--
-
mumma

-- yes, darling

there be a boy who bad at preschools mumma,

-- oh!? what'd he do

boy faaa[r]ted, teach say -- boy gotada baffroom

-- {laughing aloud} oh dear! boys do fart {laughing again}

oh mumma -- boy spilta milk all ova the table
got senta ms. pattys

-- when you get in trouble- miss pattys office is where you are sent when your bad eh?!

yea momma, then the boy he saida bad word... I TOLDA Teacha!

--( oh dear!) hahah oh you did!

yea mumma, boi  -- bad boy.


its no wonder that, our conversations delight me in every way
its limitless in the toddler honesty
and tirelessly enjoyable
how do I
receive such
charming company
and such stimulating stories

silly mama

my, how the time flies
you're growing oh, so quickly
the manner in which you speak
is, in a way so like you
a bit oh' British
or a little girl twist
as you murmur about
the people you love
"wherea be 'poleon"
"whata grandpa doin, mumma"
" 'poleon kissda ian"
"love a lolly. whatcha her doing"
"so silly mumma, soo silly"
"you little gurl mumma, me princess"
yes, darling - your my princess
my little sweetheart
my world
we woop
holler
and laugh till we are sore
this silly mama is
just growing with you
how i love being young and free
just you and me
forever
darling
love