5 stools standing at counter
5 boys to men, sitting on the stools
Day after day, Year after Year
climbing to sliding to sit
telling me hopes and fears
one little boyman bakin’ some brownies
while I sit watching his direction
5 little boymen sittin’ on the stool
eatin’ some treats after school
One little boy man slips away
Brings home a girl to meet his mama.
She slides on the stool until they slip away
to a bride and groom wedding day
5 stools, standing at the counter,
4 boys to men climb day after day
One climbs off to enlist in the red, white and blue
so that we have freedom to say
whatever we say while standing at the counter
or sitting on the stool
5 stools standing at the counter,
2 go to play while one stays
to eat and talk in a growing up way
2 come back with 4 neighbor kids
askin’ for ‘smores and hot chocolate on a snowy day
5 stools standing at the counter
one by one they’re growing away
2 boys to men eating mama’s rolls and carrot sticks
When the kitchen door opens they both jump down
And help baby girl to her place on the stool,
little voice sayin, “want some, too! Gra’ma. Me, too!”
5 stools standing at the counter
Big and little feet, little and big
climbing to slide
for mama’s faith, love and salty dishes
passed over the counter top, garnished with the words:
“Come on in and tell me ‘bout your day”
This is so precious!!!Thank You, Lord, for godly sons!! 🙂
So sweet! I enjoyed your original post about these stools and love the way you’ve poetically chronicled their lives.
Oh! The wonderful memories those stools could tell. I loved this post.
This is so beautiful. As the mother of three children passing into adulthood, I felt the lump in my throat grow when I read this. Every age has it’s own beauty.
I could feel as if I was there in your kitchen filled with a mother’s love as your sons who grew up and the other still growing up too fast!!! What precious stools that had witnessed the seasons and all the wonderful memories that occurred each day.
Sister, thank you for sharing what you read: “”my soul’s cry for justice is muffled by the Holy Spirit’s cry for mercy.”
It surely strengthened me because that’s what I would want to feel and do, is to have “justice” now! But in this battle I’m in, this period where I’m on a hold, God is not only teaching me how to endure but most of all, to learn to forgive, to continue to love and share Him with these powerful people who might not know His love and gift of salvation. All I want is to always have His gift of discernment. I’m not afraid where He brings me knowing He is faithful. I just don’t want to miss what He wants for me at this point in my life. In His perfect time, if He nudges me, this battle has to be told. For His glory!
God bless and pretty soon, little grandkids would be sitting on those precious stools???
It’s nice to know that the stools will always be there waiting for someone. 🙂
Stools and seasons… beautifully depicted in your words.
Thank you.
peace~elaine
What a delightful (and bittersweet) way to capture the passing years. Just the other day, I was watching my girls as they found a seat at their stools in the kitchen. It seemed like just yesterday that I had to actually “put” them on the stools because they were too short to get up their by themselves.
Quit that! I am going to have to dig out my thesaurus to find new words for wonderful, amazing, so good, terrific, the best, amazing… this was SO good, M. Poignant and heartwarming… and breaking, too. You have such a way with words and you see so many amazing things through those eyes of love.
Aw! I loved this. It’s pretty crazy how certain things and certain places always seem to stay the same while everything around them changes and grows.
I wish I could write like you. That made me cry.
Came on here because I saw this and thought “there is an article that Maryleigh will like”:
http://www.abcand123learning.com/2011/08/author-spotlight-ron-clark.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+AbcAnd123+%28ABC+and+123%29
It’s called “Not every child deserves a cookie” and is about working hard to do well. Hope you enjoy it!
Also: granddaughter? Is that for definite now? I was counting on my fingers, thinking yeah you could know that by now… 🙂 How exciting!
Mika – I read it and LOVED it! Loved it! Loved it! Loved it!
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