5 Minutes of Writing. Just 5 Minutes – unless you just cannot stop yourself. Join in with the fun – and fun for me this week is all about my family, celebrating 55 years this journey God designed for me and 34 years of “I do” to a man who still has all of my heart – it’s beside him where I call home. A friend wished me a “wonderful birthday” – and I did, realizing that I cannot plan wonderful, but, with God in it, it works out wonderfully. Here’s my 5 Minutes:
Start:
There’s this place in our hearts
Where kisses go straight to.
No amount of wiping or scrubbing,
wishing or wriggling
can make them go away
There’s this place in my heart
That holds those kisses that went
Straight there – a life-time of them
from my mama, and grandfather,
My husband and boys
All those kisses are there because
some love is pure
And true enough to go
straight to my heart
No scrubbing or wiping
No amount of wishing or wriggling.
Can take those away.
So many times times my boys
wiped and scrubbed,
wriggled and wished
their mama’s kisses didn’t count
because growing up love
doesn’t want kisses from the ones who
send you to nap, say, “No”
and teach you to do things
you don’t want to
but should
These mama’s mama’s kisses
never failed to go
straight to their hearts
because their hearts needed
a love pure enough
and true enough
to see them through
growing up
STOP
My little grands will one day
wriggle and wish
wipe and scrub
just because littles do
and I’ll just laugh and love,
and kiss their little cheeks, necks
and hands and say,
“My kisses go straight to your heart”
kisses pure enough and true enough
full of a never-failing love
to love through all the growing up
shenanigans
until one day, you wonder
where did all this love inside come from?
And I’ll say, “From all those kisses that went straight to your heart.”
Won’t you join me over at Kate’s Place for 5 Minute Friday? Sit down, pull over a cup of Wild Apple Ginger Tea, and see what everybody else is writing about the word . . . “Place.” Maybe you can join in – it’s just 5 minutes. Come enjoy the fun!
Great post! It’s the nonmaterial things that are rooted deeply in our hearts where we can draw from in times of need. Happy Friday, your FMF neighbour!
Thank you for sharing this poem! I tell my boys the same thing when they try to wipe my kisses away. Love.
Beautiful sentiments…I understand this as a mom of a teen boy who is resistant to physical affection right now. And–your sweet treats look delicious! From your friend #40 at #fmf.
Hi Blue Cotton,
Your first line is my favorite: “There’s this place in our hearts
Where kisses go straight to.” 🙂
As I read this, my nine year old came up, speaking of Legos, and Target runs, and snuggling in for squirming hugs. I kissed his sweet face, his tousled hair,. and grinned at your words still fresh in my mind.
Jennifer Dougan
http://www.jenniferdougan.com
Awww! I love this! I totally get what you mean ;). Our poor grandson (he’s one), got all kinds of kisses this summer when I was with him. Soon, he’ll be able to blow kisses via FaceTime–and I’ll be one happy grandma!
And this poem went straight to my heart. Well done!