Laundry

I wrote this poem back on April 4, 2011. I thought of it earlier today when Liv ran and jumped into this enormous puddle in front of the bowling alley. It deserves a spot on her blog.

Laundry

Physical hurt, aches and pains,

emotional hurt,heart breaks and sprains,

mental hurt, tiring and strains,

allows me to see beauty,

in socks with grass stains.

The owner of these tiny socks,

part angel and part devil

She's part crazy too, 

but she's equally as level.

As her happiness waxes,

my hurting starts to wane,

and I smile at these lace lined socks,

covered in grass stains.

These socks are just so perfect,

part tom-boy and part girl,

Crisp white lace on top,

the bottom all green swirl.

Outsiders think our life is hard,

it seems to make them wary,

but hard makes it easy,

to see great in ordinary.

Liv sees puddle jumping,

while others just see rain,

I see a happy child,

where most others see grass stain.