The Little Ones Who Call Me Mom

 The Little Ones Who Call Me Mom

 

 

The clock is ticking and I can hear it.

The silence is peaceful and calm.

This is a rare occasion and I revere it.

But I truly cherish the little ones who call me mom.

 

I love the sweetness and innocence.

I love the laughter and giggles.

I love the learning of words and cents.

I love the dances and body wiggles.

 

I love the dimples that come with smiles.

I love the little body dressed up for ballet.

I love the sound effect and dinosaur piles.

I love the kicks and pushes from my belly each day.

 

I love the sponge minds that soak up what I teach.

I love the desire for worksheets and coloring.

I love to see where their imagination can reach.

I love to read and discover and all the exploring.

 

I thought when they were babies, 

I’d miss them that way.

But now that they are children,

I pray “this way, forever stay”

 

But I embrace the upcoming,

I know we will be just fine.

They may not be as forthcoming,

Yet they will still and forever be mine.

 

 

 

 

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