by Michaela Byrd, age 12 months
Oh, Dog Water, your murky depths sing to me from across the linoleum.
How I long to splash with reckless, joyous, abandon
But Her restraining arms pull me away yet again.
From the confines of the high chair, I gaze at your cool, glassy surface.
She can place me in the playpen, strap me in a car seat, or banish you to the sideboard,
But She cannot take away our love.
Someday, sweet Dog Water, we shall be reunited...
When She is not looking.
4 comments:
Hey Amanda! So good to find your blog. Look at Miss Michaela, she's such a cutie. Off to read more of your posts.
Cathy
Look at that face... She has no shame! - Susannah
Again, you should be a writer! Great post!
You are so great with words and you have an absolute adorable daughter. The joys of children and pet food/water in the same house...I remember with my own and the hundreds of children, Tracy & Trisha used to babysit.
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