Monday, April 25, 2011

Don't let your babies grow up to be texters

I know it is a sign of the times, but a texted Happy Easter message just isn't the same as hearing the voice of my first grandbunny who had to work on Easter and eventually called me :)


My Princess Grows Up
Linda O’Connell ©

Yesterday I tucked her in and read her bedtime stories.
Her toothpaste kiss lingered on my cheek
as I tiptoed around her slumber.

Her dress-ups dragged the ground,
she clomped around in too big shoes
and listened to spun gold fairy tales.

When she stumbled,
I kissed her boo-boos gone,
and held her close until she felt better.

Now, too big for her britches,
she tromps on my heart in high heeled shoes
and dances in formals fit for a queen.

As she weaves her own stories with real characters,
may all the portraits she paints, the chapters she writes
conclude with happily-ever-afters.

15 comments:

jabblog said...

Sweet reminiscence of those delightful early years:-)

June Freaking Cleaver said...

I hate it that only the littlest want hugs - the rest prefer cash.

My oldest granddaughter told me Happy Birthday on Facebook on Friday - I returned the favor to her yesterday.

If you can't beat 'em, join 'em.

Julia Gordon-Bramer said...

Love the poem, but that title is worth a million! ;-)

Terri Tiffany said...

Love your poem! hate texting! It is so impersonal!!!

Lisa Ricard Claro said...

Poignant. My middle baby just turned 24 yesterday. I wouldn't change her for anything in the world, but I wouldn't mind rewinding the clock for just an hour or two.

Susan said...

Awwwww, I remember those toothpaste kisses. Very sweet, nostalgic poem, Linda. Susan

Thisisme. said...

Lovely poem. Wouldn't it be wonderful if we all had happy ever afters?! It's certainly what I wish for my two daughters.

Clara Gillow Clark said...

What a sweet and poignant poem, Linda! Wishing happily ever afters to you!

Barb Hodges said...

Having three daughters, this poem is very nostalic, Linda. Thanks for sharing. My grandsons are on Facebook and I am after them all the time to write so I can understand what they are saying. I think most of the time, they don't want Grandma to know what they mean.

Diane said...

Lovely to remember and reflect upon. Happy Belated Easter! :O)

Linda O'Connell said...

Hi ladies,
Oh to have a baby day back. I long for those sometimes, but at last time marches forward. Thanks for your visits.

Odie Langley said...

Sad but true. This is a new age & I am afraid texting is the communication standard now but tomorrow who knows what will be popular.

Karen Lange said...

How true, time marches on, doesn't it? Love the poem, thanks for sharing with us!

Angela Ackerman said...

Hi Linda,

thanks for your kind words on my blog! I found you through Karen *waves at Karen* Have a great writing week!

Angela @ The Bookshelf Muse

Tammy said...

Oh, this one really hit home. And I agree--that title is richer than chocolate!