baby grebe

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.

Testy Toddler

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.