Think Pink

How can a person think about pink and not think about Mother's Day. As a matter of fact, it's this Sunday, May 9th. I have so many reasons to be glad I'm a mom. Even though there has been much turmoil in their lives, my children have shown their true inner beauty time and time again. I am also graced with three wonderful grandchildren, 2 girls and a boy, each with their own special talents and ways of showing love. My only regret this Mother's Day is that my sister is not here with me, expecting the birth of her first grandchild. I hope that my niece will let me stand in for her from time to time.

Pretty In Pink

I gazed in wonder at her nose,
At all ten fingers
And ten little toes.
Skin as pink as a new dawn sky,
I gazed into my baby's eyes.

In her first pink blanket
As soft as a cloud,
I wrapped her carefully.
And held her out
For her Dad to hold.
A newborn life
More precious than gold.

But strangely enough
As my daughter grew older
Her view of pink
Grew colder and colder.
She hated Barbie
And all her pink stuff.
She rather run and fish,
Play ball and be tough.

Don't get me wrong
She's a girl through and through
She wore dresses of other hues.
But to pink she would say,
"No thank you."
That's not who I am,
I am my own self.
You can just put that pink thing
Back on the shelf.

Now she's a mom
And her daughter does not
Follow Mom's footsteps.
She likes pink a lot.
She's a little beauty,
So pretty in pink.
Even her mom must agree,
But only in small doses,
If you please.