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Puddle Jumping

July 31, 2009

A quick visit to the park yesterday to see some friends was just what the doctor ordered…

And what little boy can resist a little puddle jumping?

Praise to the High One for giving me joys
Peculiarly sweet, I’m the mother of boys!
Mud puddles, torn blue jeans, toads, whistles and worms.
The furred and feathered and whatever squirms.

Black knuckles, bats, arrows and thundering noise.
They’re all in a day for the mothers of boys.
But, ah, ’tis a dear joy to turn the blue eyes
To the manifold wonder of earth, sea and skies.

And, ah, ’tis a dear joy to watch a small hand seize
The hand of God in the knowledge of these.
Spare me, oh High One, to praise Thee more when
This mother of boys is the mother of men.

-Author unknown

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4 Comments leave one →
  1. Susan permalink
    July 31, 2009 11:13 am

    looks like fun!

  2. GrammaMack permalink
    July 31, 2009 12:16 pm

    Gina, I have never read that poem before. As the mother of boys and now men, it brought tears to my eyes. Thank you!

  3. GrammaMack permalink
    July 31, 2009 12:22 pm

    Here's a cute one:Bartholomew is very sweet,From sandy hair to rosy feet.Bartholomew is six months old,And dearer far than pearls or gold.Bartholomew has deep blue eyes,Round pieces dropped from out the skies.Bartholomew is hugged and kissed:He loves a flower in either fist.Bartholomew's my saucy son:No mother has a sweeter one!Norman Gale

  4. gina permalink
    August 3, 2009 8:51 am

    thanks, grammamack! i enjoy your feedback.

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