As you look in my eyes with those big brown eyes and that cute button of a nose, Rosie cheeks, and bright smile. I see the innocents of a baby boy, that has no cares in the world, other than being held and loved by his mommy.
Watching you play with your toes not sure quite knowing what they are yet, and the sound of you cooing,
The first time you ate squash and the disgusted face you had trying it than crying because you didn’t like the taste.
The first time you had ice cream, you got the biggest smile on your face after the first taste,
How you loved belly time and me rocking you in a chair both of us very tired falling asleep while I nursed you. Than I would wake up go back to bed a couple hours later I do it all over again,
The sweet Eskimo kisses that wonderful husky of a laugh of yours when I’d give you Zebert’s on your belly, such wonderful times, now your eighteen years old, I look at the time and I think back where did it go. How time can slip by so fast that’s why mommies have memories held tight in their heart to remember the wonderful times.
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Jennifer lindquist
I’ve always had a interest in poetry since I took a creative writing class in high school. Writing poetry is my safe place where I can either get positive or sometimes negative energy out by my writing of poetry.
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My furry friend
When I first saw you I thought you were the cutest dog I’ve seen. Especially those floppy ears of yours and the little boot like feet with the white print on them. I knew you would bring us joy but, I had no idea how much. With that feisty personality of yours howling at me, when I first get up going to the cabinet to get a treat first thing in the morning or want to go for a walk which in our house we have to say W otherwise you go crazy and start whining if we don’t go right away. I love how when you’re happy your tail doesn’t just wag it also spins which, I find quite unusual. Being able to play all by yourself in the back yard and how athletic you are you’ve got such great skill. Running, prancing, and rolling around catching squirrels and birds. Going for nice long walks, hikes then go to your bed and get covered with your blanket when it’s cold and putting up with your brother over the years tormenting you saying, Elsa go upstairs every night with your tail between your legs.
By Jennifer lindquist3 days ago in Poets
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This is so sweet, Jennifer! I love your use of imagery and your ability to show versus tell. Your love for this boy is awe-inspiring.