in your red little onesie
i could hug you forever
listen to you ramble through
bedtime stories
[jibberishjibberish]
(giggle here and there)
until we pass out on the floor
in an abyss of drunken abc's.
i'll fill up your sippy cup with
chocolate milk
until you smile mocha
and i'll dance around the room
[like a fool]
to make you laugh.
i'll lift you up and spin you around
[again! again!]
until you're dizzy and i'm dizzy
and we're dizzy, because
i just want to hear your hysterical shrieks
of pure
unadultured
JOY.
and your little red onesie
is so ridiculous
i could cry.
you smell of everything innocent
and pure.
yes
you smile and i remember
what i live for.
these precious moments
of happiness and
grace.
i'll tuck you in
and bundle you up
only to have you
get up
[to hug me]
i'll tuck all the covers in
(once again)
to your chin;
kiss your cheeks
and whisper of love.
cuz your red little onesie
is what happiness is made of.
This is just precious! The images that you show us here are more than beautiful, they are heartwarming and tender, honest and passionate. There is nothing quite like the joy of being in the precense of true innocence; being loved fully and completely without boundaries...the love of (and for) a child. I'm quite impressed with how you took the idea and the image of the "little red onesie" and carried it through the piece subtlely. You're quite the master, my dear! A beautiful write!
This made me so happy. I want to have a baby when I'm older. I see the joy other parents have when they play with their tumbling toddler, and that is what I desire most: joy. The days I take care of my two year old nephew often turn out to be the best days I've had in recent memory. [sighs]
Absolutely adorable,
I can see the precious lil one now, you captured it well
The word cuz makes me smile in and of itself and the 'mocha smile'
you certainly have a way
Thanx, Kara
J.P.O.et
This is so incredibly sweet. It annoys me when people say they hate kids. Granted, there may be crying, injuries and bodily function accidents to deal with, but those are mitigated by all the good things -- like when they show you nothing but love. Besides, we all were kids at one point. I have a six-year-old niece, by the by, so this touched a nerve with me.
I am resolved to never be content with the lives of "quiet desperation" which so many of us lead, to continuously challenge myself, and forever walk in Beauty.
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