Tuesday, March 25, 2014

Be patient with me


I listen, I see New words, new things. Absorbing sponge End result of your time. The ancient, once prayed: “Be patient with me” And so, I ask today It is nurture I need. Being sawn, many seeds In both, heart and intellect These memories and knowledge Will flourish one day. Right now, random stories Meaningless to some But I’m slowly building My body of work.

© Maria Mastrogiuseppe - 2014

Tuesday, March 4, 2014

And then you were five

There were long winter days,
Waiting for you
The body coped ok
We couldn’t wait to see you

And then, there you were
Your tiny presence, amazed
Being weighed and checked
Every hour, needing care

Our house evolved
First nappies, then toys
Fluffy animals, dolls
Every room, was yours

Before our eyes you grow up
A schoolgirl in true form
Readers, pencils
and homework all-round

It’s challenging and exciting
To see you like this
Learning, experiencing
Life at five years of age.

© Maria Mastrogiuseppe - 2014