Growing My Toddlers

First of all, I must apologize for my absenteeism of the past three weeks. We were on holiday (more about that tomorrow) and the internet onboard the ship and in Morocco was hard to come by. 

Also, I'm being especially lazy today because we just got back last night and I still have 'holiday brain'. So Jenny's genius theme for today, 'Busy Days', is getting the old poem treatment. It was only a year ago that I posted this. I do hope you still find it as enjoyable as the memory of it is for me! :)

It seemed a good idea, I thought

                Some hours in the yard.

The winter months had been so long

                And I felt the need of working hard.

So armed with gloves and rakes and things,

                I started out the door.

Trailed by two toddlers

                Who loved to help with Gramma’s chores.

Things went well for just a spell,

                As Gramma started in,

The girls spun circles in the yard

                Till Linney fell and bumped her chin.

A kiss and cuddle, tears were gone

                It really wasn’t hard.

I set her down and looked to see

                That Hazel’d wandered from the yard.

She’d not gone far, I scooped her up

                And carried her back home.

Then penned them both behind the gate,

                And told them sternly ‘not to roam’.

While toddlers watched, I grabbed my rake,

                But got no further then,

‘Cause Hazel shrieked; I had to run

                She’d fallen in the mud . . . again.

I fished her out and cleaned her off,

                A kiss, a tale to tell,

Then turned just as another shriek,

                Said Lin was in the mud as well.

I’m sure by now you’ve realized

                I didn’t manage much.

With Lin caught in the tramp’line springs

                And Hazel eating chalk and such.

Four bathroom breaks, ‘Pee, potty now!’

                And squabbles over things,

And pouring sand in someone’s hair,

                And all the angst that action brings.

Searching the yard from stem to stern

For Linney’s missing shoe,

Then doing the whole thing o'er again

                Cause Hazel’s hat was ‘somewhere’, too.

With helping up and helping down

                And watching in between.

It’s no wonder that my work just sat,

                With little progress to be seen.

Last night when all were sound asleep

                And peace had been restored,

I looked out the window there,

                And sang my praises to the Lord.

For though my tools were strewn about

With no sign of success,

My time was quite well spent, because

                I'm growing Toddlers in the mess.

Cause Mondays do get knocked a lot,

With poetry, we all besought,

To try to make the week begin

With pleasant thoughts,

Perhaps a grin?

To all of us, together, we

Have crafted poems for you to see.

And now that you’ve read what we’ve brought,

Did we help?

Or did we not…
Jenny
Mother Owl
Mimi

P.S. Totally forgot to add the part
Where I talk about next topic,
Just know that it is 'Glasses' and
Send me back into the tropics...