Friday, October 23, 2009

Home

I am your home
Even though you don’t light up like the sun
and kick your legs and feet
when you see me
(like you do when you see your Daddy)
I am your home
Even though I don’t make you laugh and giggle
until you have hiccups
(like your big sisters do)
I am your home
Even though I don’t play new and
interesting games with you constantly
(like your Mimi does)
I am your home

Because you lived inside me
for months and months (and months and months)
Because you fit against me like a puzzle piece
your warm head under my chin
Because I am there when you need me
the moment you make a sound
I am your shelter, your warmth, your comfort
When you're in my arms
You are home

8 comments:

mom said...

My darling beautiful daughter,
It's the best blog you have ever written.. It's sooooo... touching. I read it many times and cried and cried every time. I am so privelege to have daughter's like you and Michelle. I hope that my grandchildren have the love and warmth that both of you have.
I guess I must have done something right while you were growing up
Yes Mom's are Home's

PopPop said...

This is extremely beautiful. I was deeply touched and moved. You are a fantastic mother.

TerriLorraineCote said...

that is beautiful...

Stu said...

Very touching, you are a beautiful poet, dear sis.

Mormor Helene said...

And a lovely home you are......those are very special feelings that go to the core....

Kristin said...

Oh Julie, this gave me tears and goosebumps. Beautiful!!!!

~aj~ said...

Love this, Julie. Love it.

Anonymous said...

Precious. Love the poem and the picture. So sweet!