Dear 30 Year Old Alecia,
Get off that darn computer.
You're missing who they are.
They strive for nothing more,
Than to be your little star.
Get off that darn computer.
Cause one day, he'll be gone.
No more constant questions.
No more silly songs.
Get off that darn computer.
You'll miss her big blue eyes.
Looking at this world,
With wonder and surprise.
Get off that darn computer.
She's over two months old.
Two years and then two decades,
Will soon and fast unfold.
Get off that darn computer.
Photoshop can wait.
Put down the broom and dustpan,
And all the dirty plates.
Answer Andrew's questions.
Let Livia make a mess.
Snuggle Amelia close at night.
Don't worry about the rest.
Hug them when they're happy.
Forgive them when they're bad.
Laugh when they're silly,
And kiss them when they're sad.
Pick up your precious babies.
Look into their eyes.
Tell them that you love them.
Because this time will fly.
Love,
50 Year Old Alecia.
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12 comments:
Wow.. far from juvenile, I thought that was beautiful
ALECIA--this was PERFECT. And brilliant. And totally publish-worthy.
Next thing I know you'll be writing for Parents magazine and the rest of us will be all, "Sigh...we knew her when..."
Isn't that my poem???? I thought yours went something like "try not to be grumpy"!
Beautiful Words.
Even more beautiful babies.... and why is my neicey making that face!?! Oh, I know, she misses me!
*muah*
I thought it was great!
I enjoyed my visit, i'll be back again soon.
~angie~
I love it!!!
Awwww...I love it. But the computer doesn't sass. And the computer doesn't whine.
The kids have a few things to work on...
Wow...that actually made me start to tear up! Great poem with a very valid point.
That was amazing. You are totally a poet.
Ahhh. That was beautiful. And, I can relate. The computer is often my only break into what's going on on the outside. But all in all, does it really matter that Victoria Beckham cut her hair, or that LL cool Jay was arrested at LAX? Guess I should get off that darn computer.
I LOVE your poem! It's perfect and now I have to get off my computer.
Okay, I LOVE that. And I totally don't believe you think you suck at poetry... Yeah, yeah, yeah... Whatever. How could you write something like that and think you suck?!?!? And what beautiful kids you have!!!
I can say that with confidence because the other poems I've attempted to write in my life all started with:
"Roses are red...violets are blue...."
And then I can't think of anything that rhymes with blue, besides shoe and poo. Then I get mad, throw my pen and wonder how the heck I ever earned a bachelors degree.
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