I love poetry.  It’s one of my favorite things.  It’s also one of those things I want my children to appreciate.  Sister apparently has different thoughts on the subject.

I think she was surprised by how much I truly enjoyed her attempt contempt.

All the things I have to do
Like Noah’s ark march two by two
A never ending laundry list
of tasks cry out not to be missed
Each one vies for my attention
Hopes at least for honorable mention
A daily contest: who will win
Dishes?
Dust? or
Three children?

In the midst of this commotion
Comes a balm, a magic potion
Seeping to my very core
Something that will peace restore
In chapter 3 of Lamentation
A promise that will end frustration
I have hope, I’m not consumed
The days loom large but I’m not doomed

With morning’s light hail mercies new
Compassions from my God debut
Faithful Father, One I need
Daily for Your help I plead
Please, this raging storm abate
Seeking you my soul doth wait.
Peace descends ~ still much to do
But now I know that I have You.

“This I recall to my mind, therefore have I hope. It is of the LORD’s mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not. They are new every morning: great is thy faithfulness. The LORD is my portion, saith my soul; therefore will I hope in him. The LORD is good unto them that wait for him, to the soul that seeketh him.”

Lamentations 3:21-25 (KJV)

In this room

Tread with care;

Legos, legos

Everywhere

In the bed

On the floor

Bare feet

Enter here no more.

Lego Attack by Brother

Rock Monster Attack by Sister

Why is stop motion animation so violent?  Peace, Lego people, peace.

Today I am thankful for
    A baby that sleeps through the morning chatter.
        Morning chatter.
    Bathroom hand towels rakishly askew.
        A little boy with things to do and scant time for neatness.

Today I am thankful for
    Room on a bed for fifteen stuffed friends piled high
            ~ guardians against monsters and other scary things ~
        and the growing little girl underneath it all.
            Also, a home with no monsters.

Today I am thankful for
    A man of fierce commitment.
        A love that is steady.
            Strong arms and character.
        Blue eyes and 11 years of weak knees.

But mostly
    this Thanksgiving
        I am thankful for outstanding friends
    who are doing all the work.

Somehow I never posted my Buckaroo haiku on the front page ~ not certain why.  Anyway, today I found the perfect picture accompaniment from Dora’s early days and had to share.

baby in the house

bleary eyes for tiny toes

a worthy exchange.

Planning on Sunday

for a busy week ahead.

Also, I do bills.

.

Consuming baby love

like the intoxicating beverage it is.

Can’t get enough.

Drunk all the time.

Shopping with three kids?
Not gonna happen today
Click, Click. It’s finished.

Are you a Haiku Buckaroo?  You could be.

You remember haiku, right?  It’s that funny non-rhyming poetry that’s all about the syllables.  Here’s a refresher: Five syllables in the first line, seven in the second and five more in the third.  See?  Easy peasy.  Armed with this knowledge you now have the power to be the next Haiku Buckaroo.  (A highly coveted honor … at least I highly covet the honor)  Click over to My Mommy’s Place to read the official rules and all that.  Then get to writing!

Never won first prize

I’m a Haiku Buckaroo

Fifth time is the charm.

See more haiku here.