As I enjoy these last few weeks in my garden, I am reminded of this poem I wrote in 2013. Much has changed in my life since then, but the way I enjoy my flowers the most at this stage in the season, remains unchanged. Hope you enjoy the little floral photo shoot I did this morning instead of organizing my house after a few busy weeks here at casa de Stephens! How can one not ignore chores when there is such beauty to behold right at her fingertips? I was so excited to see my 4’Oclocks, blooming! They are the Morning Glory shaped flowers that are blue with the yellow and white throat pictured below. I started them late, like, in June or later, from seed, and they had a rough beginning, and were almost devoured by caterpillars, suffered drought, extreme heat, and neglect while we were on vacation, but they persevered! So excited to see these colors together!
This one is for Ben, my little noticer at the ripe age of three, who notices things that seem trivial to you and to me. Flushers are what gets him of late Flushers all kinds he thinks are just great! “They have a nice flusher” he states upon entering The loo at the grocers without any mentoring From me or from dad or grandma or gramps The boy loves his flushers, his flushers are champs. Upon going to church, the first thing we must do is drop what we’re doing and go to the loo. “Hey mom, they have nice flushers here too!” He says as we enter Unbeknownst to him that he is the center of chuckles inside of the mind of a lady Just on her way out to tell of that baby who liked the flusher in the church loo What a funny thing to notice thought she of my B Why does he like flushers of old and of new? Beats the heck out of me Says me the mommy I …
I am your mother. I have super powers, powers beyond compare. The power to make you laugh so hard you nearly pee your pants from just one twitchy stare. I can light you up with just one glance, my smile can make your day. My hugs, my squeezes, they are what pleases your heart…they melt your fears away. You are my children, extensions of me. You have the power to fill me with glee, with madness, with sadness, with anger, with joy, with pride, with fear, with happiness, my boys. My boys fill me with power. The power to love, to live, to give freely. To be myself without fear to feel accepted so deeply. ©Marie Stephens 2014 All rights reserved http://dailypost.wordpress.com/category/writing-challenges/
Wish I could remember all the things you used to say. Funny things you’d say and do, every single day. Each time you’d tell a story, I’d say I should write that down. But when the day was over, Your words escaped somehow. Life from your perspective is always fresh and new. Maybe that’s why you were sent to me, To provide a different view. ©Marie Stephens 2014 all rights reserved http://dailypost.wordpress.com/category/writing-challenges/
Should probably make some supper. Instead I’m sipping on a beer. This oatmeal stout is without a doubt providing this mama with roast toasty cheer. http://dailypost.wordpress.com/category/writing-challenges/