Flesh of my flesh, in essence your own;
I nurtured and loved what God gave on loan;
Our time in the water has quickly slipped by;
I gave you your wings – child, take to the sky.
Fruit-ling in a diaper-wrap
on sweetly liquid diet
Taking toddling baby steps
Suspiciously, too quiet
Bee-bottle fed and velvet-wrapped
In springtime sunshine dappled
If you would just consent to nap
You’d be less crabby-appled!
This is for all the parents out there who lived through the terrible twos…You’d inwardly complain about their noise at times – but the silence was SO much worse! 🙂 It was a lot of fun to imagine apple blossoms as toddlers.