If youd like to give this a try (its a LOT of fun) or read more blog entries you can check them out HERE. Now on to my entry.
Little fingers creeping over so slowly,
Across the counter they inch towards the plate.
Blue eyes watching moms face so closely,
If she was caught, who knew her fate.
Almost to the plate, and mom cracks a smile,
Hands her a deviled egg and places a finger to her lips.
As parents we have to play along once in awhile,
Indulging little ones and not always with denial.
A smile and a hug, and away she will run,
All to soon she will be grown, moved, gone.
Relax and love, have some fun,
And cherish every stroke made with crayon.
Oh I do like this darling little poem, it's sweet and delicious to my senses! I like eating them. But gosh I didn't realize right away what post I was opening- I haven't even done mine for Jenny yet!
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DeleteMy son dislikes eggs prepared most ways, except for deviled. Like me, he would eat those by the dozen!
ReplyDeleteIt's about the only way I care for them too
DeleteLove your1 poem, and the reminder to all of us parents to have some fun with our children
ReplyDeleteThank you, and yes, we have to have fun with them too.
DeleteAwww. Cute poem! I enjoyed it.
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Thank you, glad you enjoyed it!
DeleteThis is so cute . Please may I copy and keep in my file for my grandchildrens parents
ReplyDeleteI am glad that you enjoyed it so much, and would be honored for you to pass it on!
DeleteSweet and nice job !!!
ReplyDeleteThank you!
DeleteWhat a delicious take on this prompt!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much!
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