Baby Girl's Turn

My baby girl had an assignment in English tonight to write a poem. The poem was to follow a certain style of a certain author (forgive me, I'm not exactly sure of the author but will update later.) I thought she did a wonderful job so I'm sharing it here with you...it is titled

WHERE I'M FROM

I am from Barney,
from sharing and caring.
I am from picking four leaf clovers
(short and green, they tasted like the earth).
I am from fearless feats,
jumping out of a tree
arms flailing, legs bent
into the water like glass.

I'm from crayons and Play Doh,
from carousels and ponies.
I'm from goody-two-shoes and cross my hearts,
from stove top baby and brown eyed girl.
I'm from whispered reprimands
in hard wood pews
and giggling through sermons.

I'm from David and Darla's branch,
lasagna and chicken nuggets.
From the pilot wings my grandfather left us,
the reassuring hug from a favorite cousin.
In the closet a plastic box
Filled with achievements grade one through ten,
the true tale of time passing.

I am from those moments,
a mere speck of pollen in a single rose,
waiting for my honey bee to find me.

Good job Jacque D, my little brown eyed girl!

So, you may be wondering, what in the world is a "stove top baby"? Well, let me explain. When Jacque was an infant August was very attentive to her. He liked to straddle her and rip her socks off while she slept peacefully in her bassinet. He loved her so much he would pinch her little cheeks and hug her just a little too hard. In an effort to keep her out of his reach I would strap her into her car seat and sometimes put her on top of the stove while getting the others ready to go somewhere or while preparing lunch. We started calling her the "stove top baby" and used to joke that the vent hood fan was her mobile. Poor little Jacque...she turned out pretty great in spite of it all!

Until next time...