Over and over the same warning,
He is too wrapped up in his world to notice
Mommy is getting impatient
The last shred is grunted out, hands fly up in exasperation
He is caught, reality sinks in
What will mama feed his flighty soul?
What word to guide and discipline?
Will he leave wounded or restored?
He is always my little treasure.
How many whispered prayers are spoken over sleeping children?
Mommy is learning, too, my sweet gift.
I love you, but more importantly, God loves you so much more.