~ erin jo kilmer
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i found this poem on the internet last night and it made me smile.
this goes out to all those mommies with boys.
there are boys in my house - and spiderman shoes
and 200 papers in various blues.
there's bob (he's a builder) and thomas the train,
there's a fireman coat to wear in the rain.
they have cars on their shirts and frogs on their hats
there's a glove and a ball and a red plastic bat.
there's dirt on a face and a smudge on a nose;
grass stains on knees and sand between toes.
there's bathtime at night with bodies to scrub,
and when we're all done there is dirt in the tub!
there's bandaids and bruises and curious bumps,
there's smiles and laughter and sometimes there's grumps.
there's odors most icky; there's boogers so green
there's more yucky things than i'll ever get clean.
there's piles of laundry; there's stories at night;
there's bedtime and bathtime and dinnertime fights.
there's cars and there's trains and there's books about trucks,
there's scoop, lofty, dizzy, and travis, and muck.
sometimes there are bugs, and sometimes there are frogs;
sometimes they are lions, or dinos, or dogs.
there's running and climbing and jumping and falling
and laughing and crying and hugging and brawling ,
there's rolling and losing and finding and creeping
and whining and stealing and sometimes there's sleeping.
there's tantrums and time outs and extra loud noise
there's love in my house shaped like two little boys.
