I already have written this one time, but I didn't save it and I erased it, sometimes I wonder about my computer abilities.
Jonah called week before last determined he was coming to my house when I got off work. I told him I would come get him. When I saw him walking down the drive way to meet me, my heart kind does a flip flop, thinking about how big and grown up he is.
He gets in the car and I ask what are we going to do this afternoon. He answers very quickly, I thought we could play with the GI Joe men. Several months ago I bought a bacpack with about a hundred of those small GI Joe men, guns, swords and hats to go along with the men. He loves dumping them on the floor and playing with them.
As I sat there watching him it brought back other times when I had watched his daddy play with GI Joe men.....and then came this.
There used be a time,
when GI Joe men lay scattered on my floor,
And I have occasionally stepped on them when,
walking through my door.
I would find them in the craziest
of places,
Bathtubs, dressers, beds
Supposedly camoflauged,
so I couldn't see their faces.
But then the house grew quiet,
no more GI Joes throughout the day
For my son was all grown up
and didn't need to play.
This afternoon I sit and watch with joy.
a boy sit on my floor,
Just like his daddy used to do,
many years before.
So the GI Joes are back,
scattered everywhere,
Thank God they are here,
That's an answer to prayer.
Nonna
Jonah called week before last determined he was coming to my house when I got off work. I told him I would come get him. When I saw him walking down the drive way to meet me, my heart kind does a flip flop, thinking about how big and grown up he is.
He gets in the car and I ask what are we going to do this afternoon. He answers very quickly, I thought we could play with the GI Joe men. Several months ago I bought a bacpack with about a hundred of those small GI Joe men, guns, swords and hats to go along with the men. He loves dumping them on the floor and playing with them.
As I sat there watching him it brought back other times when I had watched his daddy play with GI Joe men.....and then came this.
There used be a time,
when GI Joe men lay scattered on my floor,
And I have occasionally stepped on them when,
walking through my door.
I would find them in the craziest
of places,
Bathtubs, dressers, beds
Supposedly camoflauged,
so I couldn't see their faces.
But then the house grew quiet,
no more GI Joes throughout the day
For my son was all grown up
and didn't need to play.
This afternoon I sit and watch with joy.
a boy sit on my floor,
Just like his daddy used to do,
many years before.
So the GI Joes are back,
scattered everywhere,
Thank God they are here,
That's an answer to prayer.
Nonna