Stolen Moments

This old poem of mine is posted for Whitterer and all the other mums and dads out there.


The last bowl of cereal —
the children will want some too,
if they see you eating it.

The latest edition
of the science magazine
while going potty.

The “Travel” section
of the newspaper
at the dentist’s waiting.

Counting the seedlings
under the basement lights
while shuffling laundry.

Watching finches feeding
outside the window
washing the dishes.

Writing a letter
to the distant friend
before everyone else awakes.

Sorting color blocks
with the youngest
while the eldest is at Kindergarten.

Discussing the eldest’s latest theory
of dinosaur extinction
while the youngest naps.

Hugging hubby
before the baby loses a pacifier*
and the eldest needs teeth brushed.

… enscribing this poem
between a nap
and making lunch.

* pacifier = binky, dummy


  1. qw88nb88 said,

    8 May 2009 at 3:01

    No, I live in a magical world of people who would have had no clean laundry unless they did it themselves. To be sure, my son ended up with the requisite load of pink underwear, and my daughter with the dryer load of stuff with bits of laundered tissue stuck to things, but we’ve all been there…

    I figured that by the time they got to college, my kids would be smarter than half the freshmen out there, simply by knowing how to launder! (Unlike my college roomie, who was a 4.0 GPA double-major and stood staring at mounds of clothing two weeks into the semester…)


  2. Kathleen said,

    7 May 2009 at 21:45

    I don’t know if you’ll find this comment-
    that was great. They do their own laundry? Do you live in a magical world of unicorns and sprites?

  3. andrea said,

    1 December 2007 at 19:06

    You got it — it was composed over the day, but merely enscribed in a short amount of time.

    The poem is old though — my kids are now in high school and college. They do mature as they get older, why, they even do their own laundry!

  4. mcewen said,

    1 December 2007 at 16:42

    Ahh, thank you. But I happen to know that you’re lying. There’s no way that you could have composed this between nap time and making lunch! Maybe it simmered away on the back burner of your brain for a while, or maybe that’s just me? Come to think it, maybe I wouldn’t be surprised to find that you really did write it in that little gap in the timetable.

    Best wishes

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