Musing On Yesterday

Never thought I’d long for your dandelion bouquets,
Or the sound of your loud rock music.
Never knew I’d wish for a redo of all the time with you;
Of the struggles we went through,

Never figured I’d miss the messes,
Or the sloppy runny-nose kisses,
The enforcing your curfew on late nights,
Enduring “It’s not my turn for chores” fights,
But . . . I do!

Didn’t figure on seeing you in my mind’s eye
Flying around the three-wheeler track,
Around the barn that’s all gone now.
Sometimes I reminisce and go back.

I miss my little boys, even though they are men.
Sometimes, just for a moment,
I want them all back and little again.
Yes . . . I do!

So I watch their little boys
Who are now men and their daughters too
I guess my job is still not through
There are more bouquets to come my way
And more loving to do. DMB 01/05/11