Picture and Poem

When our friend, Rene, came to visit, my husband said, "This is my life, Cheerios on the floor."  Our son has been given the go-ahead to eat solids and regular food.  We give him Cheerios after his meals to get him used to the texture and taste.

When Greg said those words, he woke up my muse.  I used to write a lot of poetry.. it's been a while… (For those who "know" poetry… I'm just doing my own style, nothing formal.)

Cheerios Life

By:  Aleta O’Brien

A home once graced by

Crystal and China figurines

A home where clean was

In daily oversupply

A quiet haven of order

Now trips over toys

And finds Cheerios by toe

Now forego dining out

Suffering the loud noise

Brought by chaos and disorder

A shower becomes a luxury

Dust bunnies claim the place

A high chair owns space by the table

All eyes become the jury

Privacy is no more

Nice clothes lost in the closet

Make-up a long forgotten thing

Nice means the soft swing bundled

Blue in the bassinet

Heart expands to adore

Trading news for Disney

While watching the sunrise

Trading quiet to cries but finds

An unfamiliar, beautiful journey

Morning starts by moniter

Home makes room for a stranger

Tiny hands and toes slow the world

Home knows peace is curled softly

In the arms of this life changer

Days shine with new laughter

Couple becomes a family

Faith and magic breath again

Two vows and then a miracle

Adjustments made lovingly

Seeing joy through wee eyes

Caught a glimpse of God's smile

When arms stretch up to be held

Caught giggles and swelled the heart

This life tripled the worthwhile

Each new milestone a surprise

No material item

No lost time for sleep

No orderly desire

None of it can measure

When hugs are priceless

When sounds are a blessing

When snuggles are bonding

When new life is the treasure