Goodbye owl.
Goodbye tree.
Goodbye mural that's entertained all three.
Goodbye blue paint
and holes in the wall
from rocking that rocker while giving it their all.
Goodbye tiny mice that watched diapers be changed.
Goodbye shelf with babies' oddities arranged.
Goodbye long nights of rocking and feeding.
Goodbye to the basket of books perfect for nighttime reading.
And goodbye to that crib where each baby layed
And where they often quietly played
Until my drowsy self stumbled on in
only to experience that Christmas morning feeling again
Just to see those three faces filled me with great joy
two sweet little girls and one wonderful little boy
Oh what memories in that nursery were made
memories that surely will never fade
even as the crib has been taken down
and the mural now is covered with a light shade of brown.
It's time to move on, there's more growing to do.
But those first seven years, we won't forget you.
2 comments:
Jess, how wonderful being able to write like you do. I know one day these stories will be such a blessing to your children. I can't wait to see Grant's new room.
Wow Jessica! I had no idea that you could write like you do! You need to write a book to include all your poetry and stories. Such a legacy for your children. I love it! Jane
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