The voice was heard coming in the front door.
"Mama! Mama!!"....
My heart stopped for a split second
because it was a voice I don't hear
very often..
Jo's voice.
He was running from room to room
calling his mama..
I met him
and he said
"Mama! Flowers!"
and he handed me the most
beautiful arrangement
of flowers you have ever seen.
Hand picked and selected by him
to give his mama..
Oh I love those flowers..
They are now sitting
in the middle of my kitchen table.
Although
I'm sure their some kinda stink weed.
but
I loved hearing his voice more.
It has a ring of Africa that
I can't explain and the way
he says my name
had me running to meet him!
Thanks for the flowers Jo.
Thanks for being my little boy!
You gotta love boys!
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This reminds me of the soand "dandelions" by five iron frenzy---i loved it so much as it reminded me of my boy!
I was trying to share lyrics and they didn't show up-so here is take two :)
In a field of yellow flowers,
underneath the sun,
bluest eyes that spark with lightning,
boy with shoes undone.
He is young, so full of hope,
reveling in tiny dreams,
filling up, his arms with flowers,
right for giving any queen.
Running to her beaming bright,
while cradling his prize.
A flickering of yellow light,
within his mother's eyes.
She holds them to her heart,
keeping them where they'll be safe,
clasped within her very marrow,
dandelions in a vase.
She sees love, where anyone else would see weeds.
all hope is found.
Here is everything he needs.
So precious!
That is very sweet!Joe,is a very sweet boy. Wow, you are seeing green down there! We still have SO much snow. I would like to see a little green even if they are stink weeds.
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