Monday, January 31, 2011

My Apologies to Eric Carle

Let us see our days as our children do . . .

Mommy, Mommy, what do you see?
I see dirty dishes demanding me.

Little one, little one, what do you see?
I see a sink of bubble fun for me!

Mommy, Mommy, what do you see?
I see a cluttered room calling to me.

Little one, little one, what do you see?
I see my wondrous toys waving at me!

Mommy, Mommy what do you see?
I see a laundry pile laughing at me.

Little one, little one, what do you see?
I see my cozy clothes all clean for me!

Mommy, Mommy, what do you see?
I see nothing fancy in the fridge for me.

Little one, little one, what do you see?
I see easy toast and tea for me!

Mommy, Mommy what do you see?
I see a sagging sofa sighing to me.

Little one, little one, what do you see?
I see a story spot just for me!

"It will be gone before you know it.  The fingerprints on the wall appear higher and higher.  Then suddenly they disappear."  ~Dorothy Evslin

Warmly,
Allison

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