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amother
Carnation
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 Mon, Jan 23 2023, 9:21 pm
I’ve posted this here before. My daughter is a miracle who was given a 40% chance at life and 4% chance at being normal. She’s 5 and a half and the awesomest kid out there. Hi to all that know me 
FOR THIS, I PRAYED (a terrible twos poem)
They say it is a stage,
That passes with the age,
That it’s a two year olds right
As she giggles with delight
Cuz this once angelic daughter
Poured a cup of her bath water
All over me.
I hug her with affection
And I have a recollection
That for this, I prayed
They say it is a phase
But my eyes begin to glaze
When this trouble-making child
Gets a little bit too wild
And jumps around the cart
In the local store or mart
And I try to put a stop
But it’s getting hard to shop
Cuz although she’s very teeny
She’s a miniature Houdini.
And I can’t keep up.
It’s a personal reminder
That I really shouldn’t mind her,
Because for this, I prayed.
They say it passes by
In the swift blink of an eye
But this little one’s quite clever
And each day feels like forever
With the crayon on the walls
And the never ending falls
And the third dinner I’ve cooked
Finds its way to every nook
And when nighttime comes around
She just doesn’t settle down
Till the wee hours.
As she starts to relax
And I’m ready to collapse
I say, “for this, I prayed.”
They say it gets much better
But my two year old trendsetter
Decides she wants to wear
Clips and headbands in her hair
And the red pants and pink sweater
I debate if I should let her
It’s the height of current style
And I can’t help but smile
At her opinions.
And she looks like a clown
As we walk around the town
But for this, I prayed
When her face and hands are sticky
When the floor becomes quite icky
And she gets in the way
Of her bigger sisters play
And I try to settle fights
And she looks a sorry sight
When she removes her bib
And climbs out of her crib
When she dances through the heap
Of the stuff I tried to sweep
When her bowl becomes a crown
And I feel like I might drown
From exhaustion.
When she runs away while dressing
I marvel at my blessing
Because for this, I prayed.
Though my little daughters actions
Can serve as a distraction
And sometimes I forget
But I try hard to reset
And I thank the One Above
For this child that I love.
Infinitely.
After all, for this, I prayed.
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Tue, Jan 24 2023, 7:04 am
I am not such a fan of poetry, but I've memorized some classics like Edgar Allan Poe's "The Bells".
I like Shakespeare.
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Thu, Jan 26 2023, 9:59 am
| amother Carnation wrote: | I’ve posted this here before. My daughter is a miracle who was given a 40% chance at life and 4% chance at being normal. She’s 5 and a half and the awesomest kid out there. Hi to all that know me
FOR THIS, I PRAYED (a terrible twos poem)
They say it is a stage,
That passes with the age,
That it’s a two year olds right
As she giggles with delight
Cuz this once angelic daughter
Poured a cup of her bath water
All over me.
I hug her with affection
And I have a recollection
That for this, I prayed
They say it is a phase
But my eyes begin to glaze
When this trouble-making child
Gets a little bit too wild
And jumps around the cart
In the local store or mart
And I try to put a stop
But it’s getting hard to shop
Cuz although she’s very teeny
She’s a miniature Houdini.
And I can’t keep up.
It’s a personal reminder
That I really shouldn’t mind her,
Because for this, I prayed.
They say it passes by
In the swift blink of an eye
But this little one’s quite clever
And each day feels like forever
With the crayon on the walls
And the never ending falls
And the third dinner I’ve cooked
Finds its way to every nook
And when nighttime comes around
She just doesn’t settle down
Till the wee hours.
As she starts to relax
And I’m ready to collapse
I say, “for this, I prayed.”
They say it gets much better
But my two year old trendsetter
Decides she wants to wear
Clips and headbands in her hair
And the red pants and pink sweater
I debate if I should let her
It’s the height of current style
And I can’t help but smile
At her opinions.
And she looks like a clown
As we walk around the town
But for this, I prayed
When her face and hands are sticky
When the floor becomes quite icky
And she gets in the way
Of her bigger sisters play
And I try to settle fights
And she looks a sorry sight
When she removes her bib
And climbs out of her crib
When she dances through the heap
Of the stuff I tried to sweep
When her bowl becomes a crown
And I feel like I might drown
From exhaustion.
When she runs away while dressing
I marvel at my blessing
Because for this, I prayed.
Though my little daughters actions
Can serve as a distraction
And sometimes I forget
But I try hard to reset
And I thank the One Above
For this child that I love.
Infinitely.
After all, for this, I prayed. |
Beautiful!
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