A Poem for Mama Kat

1.) List 10 things you wish you could say to strangers who share unsolicited advice about your parenting skills.
2.) Write a poem inspired by a picture you took last week. Share both!
3.) Create a bucket list of 50 things you want to do this summer (with or without the kids!)
4.) A country you would like to visit.
5.) What is something you could stand to learn from your significant other?
2) Write a poem inspired by a pic you took.
A quiet night two boys sleeping
When the clouds gathered
Then two boys weeping.
Thunder shook the walls around
And one voice calling
Gramma, GRAMMA! sounds.
I flew down the hall with a plan,
Banish these fears
Make fun if I can.
Two boys one bed shaking, forlorn,
Fingers in ears pressed
Yea! I love a storm!
Storms are great said I above the noise
The angels are bowling
Don’t you love it boys?
Not so much it seems so I stayed
Telling stories fun,
About nature made.
The source of fear caused a blister
Not easy to calm
The source was Twister.
We huddled twice at midnight and two
Uncertain smiles now
As the storm still brewed.
Finally the storm abated,
The children asleep,
And still I waited
And watched in wonder two wee boys
Whose only call rang
In the midst of noise

and the thunder rolls





32 thoughts on “A Poem for Mama Kat”

  1. Mother used to gather my sibs and me into a huddle during a thunderstorm so she could get us to count with her. The seconds between lightning and thunder told us how close the storm was. Never made any sense to me…the storm was always with us as far as I could see! 🙂
    In my mother’s 80s, she confessed that she was the frightened one. Not one of us kids were ever scared of storms. Her mission was accomplished, the clever woman.

  2. Very cute poem – I think your grandsons will love having that when they get older. Maybe it will bring back memories. 🙂 And I have to say, I love a good summer storm too!

  3. precious moments. Oh that we all had Gramma to call out to and be taken care of! Wonderful memories for you and the boys.

  4. Great poem!! My littlest still gets scared by “Tunder stoms”…
    My own Grandmother used to tell me it was the Angels bowling… and would wake me from a dead sleep by sprinkling holy water… so even if you were sleeping through the storm, no you weren’t LOL

  5. Isn’t it wonderful that they trust you and count on you enough to call out to you when they are afraid. I’m glad the storm passed, and that you were there to try to make fun out of it.

  6. hi! i’m visiting from mama kat’s…

    love the poem! so very sweet 🙂 and close to my heart. i was there too the other night. nothing like comforting little ones in the midst of a thunderstorm.

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