All this weekend I was trying (and failing) to write. It seemed any time I tried to sit down and write I was interrupted by a “Mom”, or some other equivalent.
Exasperated, on Sunday I began to update my Facebook status with some version of a “rant”, instead I got rhyme-y. I thought I’d share because it’s sooo silly and dorky.
Two little boys.
The faces of angels.
So sweet to look upon.
So handsome to be hold.
Lips curled up in a grin, no hint of the mischievous, which lies within.
At times their mother is beside herself, slapping her head.
Feeling very much like, Old Mother Hubbard, I should put them up for auction, she’s thought on occasion,but instead says, “I’ll put you to bed!”
But then puppy dog eyes will look up in supplication, “Mom, we’re sorry.” They say and all is forgotten.
love & motherhood,
photo: taken at Alice C. Wainright Park, Miami -with a Nikon D3100 using a lens. It was edited on a Mac using PhotoEffects Studio Pro