Magical One
The shoes are spilling out on the floor
The spoons are stacking up
There are questionable items on the work surface
I’m using a bowl instead of a cup
But your light is so beautiful around me
That my soul cannot afford to look anywhere other
Than at your eyes like the sea, your smile radiant and free
And that expression just like your brother
So let the toys be scattered
It really doesn’t matter
And the washing, it can pile
For I know you’ll only need me this much, magical one
For such a precious, little while
When our children have grown, and we look back. What do we remember? How well we had cleaned that day, or gotten our to-do list completed? or how we wish we could go back and kiss those tiny feet and sing them to sleep? Of course, we all feel better when we are on top of tasks. Just, maybe we can let go a little of the pressures. So that we can be there, in those moments, that stay with us as memories forever.
