Mary Beth’s kids (and her photo)
Legos. Fruit Snacks. Trash.
I love and hate the playroom.
Dirty-clean, like a broom.
All the toilets flushed
By someone other than me.
This is my day dream.
“I need help wiping!”
I worry we will hear that
Until college years.
This boy and this girl,
Little and influential,
Make us tired parents.
“Beans for dinner, Mom!”
“I forgot I don’t like them!”
Beans are hot. He cries.
Four and in rhythm.
He picks my favorite song.
We drum together.
Girl child, six and wild.
“I want to get my ears pierced!”
Sad. We aren’t prepared.
Dances to Footloose.
She’s brave in the kitchen.
Creative and wise.
Twelve more years of days,
Learning and living together.
We need gratitude.
Growing like bamboo,
Green. Fast. We hold and rock them,
Every chance we get.
About Mary Beth Cox