In the Middle of the Night....

In the middle of the night when all my work is done, I Sometimes write a little poetry. It brings me back to when I first began to love writing.  My draft of what is happening right now in my head. 

I wonder...

I often wonder what you will be when you grow-up

I wonder how you will look and what you will do when you are all grown-up. 

I wonder if you will remember all the fun field trips we shared.

I wonder if you will love paper and pencils just the way I do.

I wonder if I showed you enough love and kindness.

I wonder if you feel loved, protected and cared for. 

Most of all I wonder if you have learned that I love you with all my heart

In the middle of the night, when everything is quiet, I often think how lucky I am to have such a loving family. Then morning comes and my day begins. Rushing to get ready, to eat, to leave, to make it on time. I hope I will remember to slow down enough to love and be loved.

Happy Holidays,

Alma like Alma Mater