Tuesday, May 09, 2006

Tomorrows Tears

I watch you grow
from so little to so tall.
Holding precious hands
so you won't fall.

Kissing boo-boos
and giving hugs.
Your lovies are so addictive,
ancient mommy drugs.

I count each rib
Watch the school bus
as you wave bye-bye to me.

We buy clothes
and things for your room.
Bright yellow and pink
to cast out the gloom.

Here before me
what do I see?
A little person,
so much better than me.

What do I do when
when you're all grown up?
I'll cry giant tears
in my loving cup.



At Tuesday, May 09, 2006 4:48:00 PM, Blogger Dr Joseph McCrumble said...

You count ribs....? How should we interpret this statement....?


1) You are in the kitchen preparing spare ribs for dinner each morning. In which case you really need to find a new recipe card. Or perhaps buy a book. Your children will be forever grateful, I promise.

or 2) Whoever you are watching needs to eat more cake.

Or am I missing something here?

At Tuesday, May 09, 2006 5:19:00 PM, Blogger Nikki said...

Dr. - When I tickle my daugher, I tell her I have to inventory her ribs to make sure she hasn't lost any. She immediately starts giggling and pins her arms to her sides.

Then of course I try to "REASON" with her by telling her a couple of them could have fallen out on the playground or I need to make sure she hasn't left any in her locker...stuff like that, just so I can tickle her sides.

I eventually "wrestle" her to the ground and pin one arm or the other and count them while she giggles herself to death.

It's so fun.

At Tuesday, May 09, 2006 6:07:00 PM, Blogger Dr Joseph McCrumble said...

er, yes, ok.

I once tried to tickle my own twins (did I mention them yet). I was punched in the groing by Twin No.1 whilst Twin No. 2 tried to fart on my face. They were sent to boarding school soon afterwards.

At Tuesday, May 09, 2006 6:07:00 PM, Blogger Dr Joseph McCrumble said...

groing? good grief, I can't type for tofu sometimes

At Tuesday, May 09, 2006 7:39:00 PM, Blogger Charlie said...

McCrumble: Boy, that getting kicked in the groing hurts like hell, doesn't it?

Nikkers, an absolutely beautiful poem to be savored over and over. How lucky Lauren is to have your love, and how lucky you are to have Lauren. She is your legacy, and this poem is hers . . .

At Tuesday, May 09, 2006 9:52:00 PM, Blogger Nikki said...

Dr - I had no idea you have twins! I used to want twins, until I had children. Then I just wanted booze. Lots and lots of booze. LOL

I am happy to say that I have never be hit in the groin, and if I were to ever be struck, kicked or "grazed" in that area, it won't hurt me even close to what it hurts you men. HE HE

And don't worry about the spelling, it seems I can't spell anything. It aggrevates me so bad I can't stand it. Is it tickle? or is it tickel? (Damn frog isn't doing his job)

Admiral - Thank you. I can say nothing more to your beautiful words.

At Tuesday, May 09, 2006 11:16:00 PM, Blogger Rhonda said...

What The Pooper Said.

I hope you save every word for her.

At Wednesday, May 10, 2006 3:23:00 AM, Blogger Me said...

I want a baby too now!
That was beautiful :)

At Wednesday, May 10, 2006 8:54:00 AM, Blogger Jimbo Big Toe said...

I've never tried any ancient mommy drugs but I like mommy sacks. I mean beautiful poem (I don't want to spoil the tender mood) *Hehehe! I said tender*

At Wednesday, May 10, 2006 9:09:00 AM, Blogger Nikki said...

Rhonda, Me - thank you.

Jimbo - You are definately twisted. LOL

At Wednesday, May 10, 2006 11:38:00 AM, Blogger Misha said...

That is beautiful and oh so true.

My LITTLE one starts kindergarten this year. Ack.

At Wednesday, May 10, 2006 11:54:00 AM, Blogger St Jude said...

Savour every minute with her. They grow up all too quickly.. and then the real hard work starts.

At Wednesday, May 10, 2006 12:48:00 PM, Blogger Nikki said...

Misha, - wow kindergarten! I can't imagine Connor there yet.

St Jude - I'm savouring the heck out of it, but sometimes it's like water thru your fingers. And as far as the real hard work...I know, I'm 31 and I still need my mom. I don't think I'll ever out grow that.

At Friday, May 12, 2006 6:06:00 AM, Blogger Sophia said...

Nikki: This is the first time I've stopped by. We have several mutual friends. You are hilarious and your poem is so beautiful! I'll be beck.

At Friday, May 12, 2006 9:39:00 AM, Blogger Nikki said...

Sophia - Thanks so much! We do have a lot of mutual friends. I think it's great you're out of Switzerland! I can't wait to read more!


Post a Comment

<< Home