You cuddle up to me in your sleep, comforted by mother warmth
What do you dream little man, my child full of wonder
You exhaust me by day and then enthrall me at your time of sleeping
Always asking for more, lifting my soul and life
Every day is an adventure for us
As I discover the world in and through your eyes
Copyright © 2017 Kim Whysall-Hammond
I wrote this poem when my sons were much much younger….they are both adults now!
The Cheesesellers Wife 
Those toddler days are exhaustingly beautiful!
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Yes!
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A beautiful poem and one that took me back a decade or so to when my own kids were bumping into furniture. Thank you, as always, for putting words to these emotions.
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Thank you Bjorn for your appreciation of my efforts! I’m enjoying following the story of your school in these times.
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Discovery of the world through the wide open eyes of the very young – such a delight.
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Yes, it’s so wonderful…
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“…in and through your eyes.” Perfect encapsulation of motherhood .
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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