Sunday, December 19, 2010
Oh to be two, and ode to two
Chocolate milk pours...
You watch in wonder as it seeps
Deep into the couch cushions
With crayon in fist
You race across the sliding glass door
The TV screen
The computer screen
My budding artist
A bowl breaks as you cry for breakfast
A light-bulb will never shine again
As you pummel it with a rolling pin
Books belong on the bookshelf?
Nope, the floor
Clothes belong in their drawer?
No, also the floor
Water belongs in the bathtub?
No brainer. The floor.
It's so easy to be tidy when you're two
"Iee uv ooo"
The best sound of all
In that sweet baby voice of yours
that will only last for a moment
I love you, two.