Bossy Love

Spring 2017

Sit in your seat

Chew up your meat

Just hands on the table and not your feet.

Wipe what is sticky

Eat, though you’re picky

If you take a bite you can say it was icky.

Don’t flick boogers on that lady

Or eat the candy you found that's so shady

(I mean, at least brush off the dirt and then…maybe.)

One butt at a time for privacy

But make haste, this porcelain isn’t your dynasty

And don’t pick up your poop up for all to see!

When a mitten’s lost I can hear your cries

But just look with your eyes

It’s right in front of your face - damn it – surprise.

No shoes on the couch

No chewed gum in the pouch

Of my favorite purse, its cost was no slouch.

Run but don’t slip

Pour but don’t drip

I’m sorry I’m such a hovering trip.

Don’t push, bite, or scratch

Or do - while I pour wine down my hatch

You’re identical twins, you’ve met your match.

And I’ve met mine too

Since the two of you grew

From the tiniest shock to make me brand new.

It seems like yesterday you both fit on my chest

And our daily accomplishment was just getting dressed

I remember tired beyond tired, trying to feel blessed.

These days I grin while you put on your pants

Either backwards with a dance

Or inside out with a prance.

You’re three now and tall

Running, biking, kicking balls

Climbing, hugging, and snuggling us all.

I’m much better for your noise and your laughter

And our messy house a whirlwind disaster

Being your mom makes me a better person and pastor.