My baby grows in leaps and bounds.

Sudden silences start my run!

My little boy, you must be found!

Silver sprouts from out my crown

each time I catch the tottering bun.

My baby grows by leaps and bounds.

His "beloved" rescued from the pound.

They trade spit and wags of fun.

This little boy is always found

within the reach of guarding hound,

and days are full of brightest sun.

My baby grows with leaps and bounds.

In school he opts to be the clown,

"kid" friendships now are well begun.

These little boys can not be found!

Now, silently, I miss the sound

of "Mommy!" called out by my son.

My baby grew by leaps and bounds.

No "little" boy to be found!

Freckled arm across the tan shoulders of eleven summers

Gentle lacing of waves on the sun warmed sand

Strong spouse fingers entwined in unity

Peaceful pool, protected from the onslaught of the tide

Sistership stretching through a life-time

Sustaining coral surviving the distance of silt

Patting pops of paternal affection

Tentative pull of submerged currents

Maternal push pull of motivational guilt

Pristine sand edged with tide line trash

Directional comfort from the Creator

Bearings on the majestic, mysterious, mighty waters

My sliding glance is caught by the slightly moist shoulder

bent in lifting out the sink.

Pulling the range top is easy once the wires are severed

by knowing hands.

Skirting the ‘frig in the middle of the floor is tolerated 

in order to reach, heat, and remove the Formica.

Brushing the sticky contact cement with a delicate stroke

allows the new surface to rest in comfort

as we enjoy the new look of our refurbished kitchen counters.

There is nothing more enticing than a handsome handyman husband!