We mothers have a primal urge:
Protect, nourish, and warm,
Those in our care, whether young or old.
And so we watch the leaden skies:
Wait, anticipate the storm,
Plot out our plans, safe from gathering cold.
We brave the winds though they be fierce:
Face brute threats of harm,
To serve the helpless sheep within our fold.
“Make cinnamon rolls!” a small one cries:
A waif-like, fragile form,
“And popcorn balls!” Her voice becomes more bold.
So mothers do what they have done:
Maintain maternal charm,
By making sure this tale’s forever told.
Posted by Katy
on 02/01/11 at 11:33 AM
- Ah, Katy. You totally capture snow days! We moms have to do SOMETHING to keep the troops happy when they're going to be underfoot all day.
Posted by Rachelle on 02/01/11 at 12:39 PM
- You are so right Rachelle. Katy really knows how to express everything that is going on in the moment and season. As seasons change I really enjoy visiting here to read your lovely work. Thanks for everything Katy!
Posted by Karen on 03/14/11 at 05:50 PM
- Often, charm bracelets are started at a memorable point in a person's life, usually given to them as a gift. This is referred to as a starter bracelet and every once in a while, as new events and memories arise, the wearer will add to their bracelet.
Posted by Swarovski Bracelets on 09/19/11 at 05:52 AM
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