"At the CareBear Day Spa"
(with apologies to William Carlos Williams)
so much depends
upon a seat on the floor
in a shaft of morning sunlight
with a two year old
bent over her work
polishing your fingernails
one by one
with shiny concealer
and confiding in you that
she loves Jesus
but does not want
to smell Him.
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5 comments:
LOL!
That's hilarious. Thanks for posting. Evan got a kick out of it,too. :)
hah!
LOVE that -- both the story and as a poem.
A win the lottery moment in mom terms:)
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