Happy Mother's Day!

To all the Wonderful Moms out there who have had sleepless nights, come armed with wet-ones, and a million kisses, tender touches and warm milk and cookies, who have read to us and sang to us, raised an eyebrow and defended us, who have bathed us and watched movies over and over with us, who loved us when we were naughty and love us to this day... this is for you (thank your Riya for sharing).

Shihab Nye, a poet, wrote down lines that her three year old had said growing up. 

she rolled them all together into this wonderful piece that makes motherhood indeed, priceless.

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Music lives inside my legs.
It's coming out when I talk.

I'm going to send my valentines
To people you don't even know.

Oatmeal cookies make my throat gallop.

Grown-ups keep their feet on the ground
When they swing. I hate that.

Look at those 2 o's with a smash in the middle—
That spells goodbye.

Don't ever say “purpose” again,
Let's throw that word out.

Don't talk big to me.
I'm carrying my box of faces.
If I want to change faces I will.

Yesterday faded
But tomorrow's in BOLD FACE.

When I grow up my old names
Will live in the house
Where we live now.
I'll come and visit them.

Only one of my eyes is tired.
The other eye and my body aren't.

Is it true that all metal was liquid first?
Does that mean if we bought our car earlier
They could have served it
In a cup?

There's a stopper in my arm
That's not going to let me grow any bigger.
I'll be like this always, small.

And I will be deep water too.
Wait. Just wait. How deep is the river?
Would it cover the tallest man with his hands in the air?

Your head is a souvenir.

When you were in New York I could see you
In real life walking in my mind.

I'll invite a bee to live in your shoe.
What if you found your shoe
Full of honey?

What if the clock said 6:92
Instead of 6:30? Would you be scared?

My tongue is the car wash
For the spoon.

Can noodles swim?

My toes are dictionaries.
Do you need any words?

From now on I'll only drink white milk
On January 26.

What does minus mean?
I never want to minus you.

Just think—no one has ever seen
Inside this peanut before!

It is hard being a person.

I do and don't love you—
Isn't that happiness?

--naomi shihab nye


** listen to her read it aloud: http://www.poetryfoundation.org/journal/videoitem.html?id=163