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Children, I Miss You Both...

I miss...

taking care of you.
making your meals and snacks for you.
telling you " Good morning ", each and every day.
taking you to school and wishing you both a blessed day.
picking you up from school, 
asking how your day went, and what interesting things did you learn.
making your nutritional assessments, and trying to introduce good foods to you.
     hugging you both, and both of you hugging me.
     taking care of you when you are sick,
     comforting you when you don't feel good.
     trying to make your ouwwies not hurt.
     the time that we should get to, and should have gotten to, spend together.
     the quality in living, that we are suppose to have together.
     just holding you.
the tickle fights when you would both tickle me at the same time.
watching and helping you both make awesome artwork.
you both singing, with your beautifully flowing and innocent voices.
tossing you both in the air, only to catch you, while singing,
" I got Aubrey, I got Aubrey, my baby girl "
and " I got Micah, I got Micah, my baby boy "
seeing you both play and invent and build.
watching you ride your bikes.
helping and watching you skateboard.
playing catch with the football or soccer ball.
watching you fill your buckets up with innumerable worms.
just watching you try to catch those slimmy worms.
listening you you both have a belching contest.
listening to you belching the alphabet.
watching you make the armpit farts, and laughing, just like your Uncle Eddie used to do.
     taking you both to various places, and to see the natural beauty.
     taking you to the Ouachita river to throw rocks.  
     taking you fishing, and putting the worms on your hooks for you.
     watching you hold on to the bobber while you throw the stick fishing pole into the river.
     getting you both chocolate covered donuts at Jimmy's Donut Hole.
getting to teach you both good things.
mowing the grass for you to be able to play safely outside.
telling you to pick up your rooms, and to put your clothes in the hamper.
cleaning your rooms for and with you.
organizing your good toys, and throwing out the broken ones.
buying you new clothes, and giving away the ones you'd outgrown.
     telling you that I love you, before you go to sleep.
     wishing you blessed and peaceful sleep, every night.
But most of all, I miss you.
Each and every day, I miss you.
     May you both be blessed, 
     by The Holiest of Holies Himself, 
     in every area of your lives.
Love Mom

Copyright © Olivia Washam | Year Posted 2009


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  1. Date: 12/23/2009 11:11:00 AM

    Congratulations on making it through the first round of the PoetrySoup Site October Contest. I wish you the best in the finals Olivia. May 2010 be the year you see your writing endeavors become reality. Love and blessings to you and yours always, Carol
  1. Date: 12/21/2009 9:57:00 AM

    Congrats on your poem winning the first round of PS contest!! Very well deserved, enjoyed reading your wonderful poetry. Here’s wishing you a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!! May 2010 be your best year ever! Love Light Patty
  1. Date: 12/20/2009 2:24:00 PM

    Congratulations on moving to the next round with this great poem, Olivia! Wishing you joy and happiness in the New Year, love, Carolyn
  1. Date: 12/20/2009 11:13:00 AM

    Many congratulations on reaching the second round with your fine poem >> James
  1. Date: 11/20/2009 5:16:00 PM

    nice write! Light & Love
  1. Date: 11/20/2009 4:39:00 PM

    They always grow up too fast and you've certainly captured that in this wonderful write, Olivia! Excellent writing and a feature this week here at the Soup!! Congratulations!
  1. Date: 11/20/2009 1:08:00 PM

    Such a beautiful and touching piece of work. Congrats on being featured! Have a great weekend!
  1. Date: 11/20/2009 6:59:00 AM

    are you from northest louisiana or south arkansas?
  1. Date: 11/20/2009 6:56:00 AM

    Congrats on feature poem this week!
  1. Date: 11/16/2009 11:47:00 AM

    Congrats on feature poem this week! Love Light Patty
  1. Date: 11/16/2009 10:48:00 AM

    Many congratulations on your poem being featured this week >> James
  1. Date: 11/16/2009 5:40:00 AM

    Congratulations on your poetry being featured this week. I wish you the best in your writing endeavors. Love, Carol
  1. Date: 11/15/2009 10:26:00 PM

    Congratulations on your being featured this week. Love, Iolanda
  1. Date: 11/15/2009 6:22:00 PM

    Mothers everywhere will relate to this poem. Saying goodbye is hard but that's part of letting our children fly on their own. Like the ending. Congratulations on having your poem featured. Wishing you ongoing success with your writing. Karen
  1. Date: 8/22/2009 1:58:00 AM

    aww a sad but great poem dedicated to your children, I miss my oldest two children who have flown the nest it seems quieter and empty when the kids are not home, it leaves a gap, my mum left home when I was 11 and i lived with dad so I understand what you are saying fully about the pain of seperation, anyway God bless you from diane