Sister Sara's Life and Poetry

Sep. 22, 2008

Mealtime for the Last Six Years

Posted in Poetry

Gummy raisins

sweet potato glop

ugly bibs

grubby hands and face

transforms to crumbs, crumbs, crumbs

under the chair and everywhere

syrupy armrests

feet precariously perched

on the green booster seat

no, no, no, get down, sit down

cut, cut, cut pieces into miniscule meat

graduation from milk moustaches

brings such welcome relief

 

 

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Dec. 26, 2008 - milk moustaches

Posted by Anonymous
I love this! I wish that Erica would drink milk! I recall people tellling me to enjoy the mushy crackers and crumbs stage because it flies away so quickly. I can testify to that...since Erica is 18...Starbucks beckons far too often. Strangers who work there sweep up the crumbs that she and her friends leave. Those crumbs mean nothing to the workforce there...just as the fingerprints on the glass door are merely something else to clean up! I wish she was still little enough to leave a noseprint on our glass French doors...like she used to when the snow would fall outside..so many years ago. Snow still falls, but the wonder of it all fades with age. Enjoy...even through the exhaustion!!! Love, Lezlie
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