This story began
When you were a mere twinkle in my eye
For each word we read
About cows jumping over the moon
Giant peaches & runaway bunnies
Corduroy & engines that could
Our own chronicle unfolds
A tale of entwined life
Mother & daughter
Who both play student & teacher
You can’t yet speak
Yet your eyes tell me you’re listening
And my sometimes wise,
Sometimes wacky
Always loving words, as your mother, come
This post was written for The Gallery on 'Motherhood' over at Sticky Fingers.
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