Michael's momThis is a poem by my husband. I love reading it because it reminds me how lovely it is to have the heart of a child. Don't take the time correct grammar mistakes (for example, I know funnest is not a word, but who cares? :D), instead, let this poem remind you that despite the difficulties of life, we can remember that we are children of God, and striving to enjoy the simple parts of life that God has given us is glorifying to Him! Spending an hour watching the birds fly, watching the ants scurry, eating a popsicle and not worrying about the calories...but in everything, glorifying God...that is life. Isn't it?
The most funnest, important, crazy, heart wrenching, warming,
and awesome responsibility in the whole entire world
Is to fill even the smallest spot in the heart of a little boy or girl.
And maybe in that venture we'll find something God intended
Motives that are pure in faith not tweaked, twisted or bended
Prick your ears up to the echoed laughter in neighborhood corners
And gaze into the bliss of dancing that exact emotion and anywhere you like
Enjoy a jump in a puddle, a teddy bear cuddle then fly a homemade kite and even wheelies on your bike.
Blindly parade your busy-bee life into a jar of honey
and lets not forget life's intricate treasures like feeding a carrot to a bunny
Lets reminisce of caught memories that were monstrous in a moment and forgotten in a wisp of mom's cooking tugging at your jelly filled heart; and deliberate why we couldn't stop laughing when grandma let out a fart
What about cool rocks and mud layered socks, reckless shooting stars and empty cookie jars.
Those playful pet frogs and 20 foot dogs, a mudpuddle sea and a bike rides' scraped knee
Why can't our lives still be:
G.I. Joe, that royal front seat, hugs after a stubbed toe, and a DQ treat
Remember when:
Sister Did it, Brother Hid it, Dog ate it and the squirm of Hooks Baited
The calm of picnic shade and warmth of cookies made, playing catch and dogs to fetch
I consider we leave time afar for no allotted time and let your troubles blur for just long enough
to listen to the glisten of the wonder of what could be
If you could simplify your life into the mystery of that crazy bird perched up on that tree
Dreams build steam in a ray moonbeam
and Gigantor Esteems has lead me astray from a fairy tale theme
Fearlessly setting sail allegiance on seas of trust
Then come bullies in the schoolyard and at the back of the bus
Something missing in one hurting another's fun
King's and Queen's of the Sandbox drop their faded crowns
Tears only temporarily remedied with the wit of life's clowns
We hope that when they are older their wrinkles reflect...
will reflect their smiles and not their frowns
Near perfect acts of popular excellence may bring crowds into a dome
But the faith of a child will always lead you home
If one thing I believed was true in everything I've learned thus far
This same dilemma we find in playgrounds may find our thoughts today
So look for little versions of us and still I nobly say,
The most funnest, important, crazy, heart wrenching, warming, and awesome responsibility in the whole entire world
Is the fill even the smallest spot in the heart of a little boy or girl.
~by Michael - Inspired by the departure his Mother
And maybe in that venture we'll find something God intended
Motives that are pure in faith not tweaked, twisted or bended
Prick your ears up to the echoed laughter in neighborhood corners
And gaze into the bliss of dancing that exact emotion and anywhere you like
Enjoy a jump in a puddle, a teddy bear cuddle then fly a homemade kite and even wheelies on your bike.
Blindly parade your busy-bee life into a jar of honey
and lets not forget life's intricate treasures like feeding a carrot to a bunny
Lets reminisce of caught memories that were monstrous in a moment and forgotten in a wisp of mom's cooking tugging at your jelly filled heart; and deliberate why we couldn't stop laughing when grandma let out a fart
What about cool rocks and mud layered socks, reckless shooting stars and empty cookie jars.
Those playful pet frogs and 20 foot dogs, a mudpuddle sea and a bike rides' scraped knee
Why can't our lives still be:
G.I. Joe, that royal front seat, hugs after a stubbed toe, and a DQ treat
Remember when:
Sister Did it, Brother Hid it, Dog ate it and the squirm of Hooks Baited
The calm of picnic shade and warmth of cookies made, playing catch and dogs to fetch
I consider we leave time afar for no allotted time and let your troubles blur for just long enough
to listen to the glisten of the wonder of what could be
If you could simplify your life into the mystery of that crazy bird perched up on that tree
Dreams build steam in a ray moonbeam
and Gigantor Esteems has lead me astray from a fairy tale theme
Fearlessly setting sail allegiance on seas of trust
Then come bullies in the schoolyard and at the back of the bus
Something missing in one hurting another's fun
King's and Queen's of the Sandbox drop their faded crowns
Tears only temporarily remedied with the wit of life's clowns
We hope that when they are older their wrinkles reflect...
will reflect their smiles and not their frowns
Near perfect acts of popular excellence may bring crowds into a dome
But the faith of a child will always lead you home
If one thing I believed was true in everything I've learned thus far
This same dilemma we find in playgrounds may find our thoughts today
So look for little versions of us and still I nobly say,
The most funnest, important, crazy, heart wrenching, warming, and awesome responsibility in the whole entire world
Is the fill even the smallest spot in the heart of a little boy or girl.
~by Michael - Inspired by the departure his Mother
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