"Don't even THINK about it" (she warns)
Bare piggy toes once wiggled each time I tickled your foot,
hearty squeals once rippled as I raspberried your bellybutton,
butterfly kissed a cream-puff cheek.
Even now I long to cradle you in the crook of my arm,
rock and sway your body close to my heart,
hold your hand for protection,
but preteens rarely indulge such fantasies.
by Margaret Bednar, June 19, 2014
She is twelve years old - and very independent, and does not allow cuddling. I guess when you are one of the youngest of six, you tend to be a survivor and a bit "seasoned".
I've had a number of changes this past few weeks. Moved my oldest daughter into a college rental house, "celebrated" my 15 year old daughter's entry into high school, "grieved" as my fifth grader was "promoted" to middle school and my youngest finish Kindergarten! I just realized another daughter will soon be 17!!! (how can that be) and am already mourning my oldest son leaving as this upcoming year he will graduate college (which is 30 minutes away) and most likely head to New York…
Changes, changes. Thank goodness my youngest is a Momma's boy and soaks up hugs and kisses.
This poem is a "sevenling" which is a poem that follows a rule of three and I have linked it with "Imaginary Garden of Real Toads - Words Count with Mama Zen"- Rule of three - in 90 words or less.