Happy Birthday My Pumpkin Pie a la Mode !!!
24 years ago it was easy to have you growing inside me…except when the cow chased me and I slid on my stomache in pies. When you first started kicking it was the most incredible experience I’d ever had. Then you kicked, and kicked and kicked!!!
As you were almost coming out it wasn’t so easy. Yes, I kicked the doctors and swore and screamed a lot. When they put a fuzzy little bear on my chest the miracle of your birth came sailing through (the hell with the hemaroids, I had a baby girl).
Watching you grow up was a miracle too, though not always easy. You’re a beautiful young woman now but still, when you hurt, I hurt. Your dad and I are so proud of you in every way. There is no stronger love then a parent for a child (even though us parents screwed up a lot along the way).
You were always an easy girl….and I was an uptight mother….what can I say, I brought my own childhood fears into parenting. But I think I was pretty honest with you and you were nothing but with me (save for the pranks, and of course, the stuff I didn’t want to know). HAPPY BIRTHDAY, you’ll always be my pumpkin pie a la mode.
This is blog award time and I think I’m supposed to post funny stuff, but you’re more important. I love ya, chickadee!!!!! And here’s my poem to you I wrote a few years back:
My Daughter’s Teardrop
single tear crests
the contoured trail of cheekbone.
one eye’s raindrop falling.
i gaze at the crystal,
long to have it set and strung
from nape to bosom
where I can cherish it’s eternity
amidst the wraps of my heart.
my palm is ready
to warm a longing life,
and suffer instead of she.
a succinct second of life
emerging from the pools
grant me those seconds
to hold in the blanket of my breasts,
leaving her unscathed
and saved from constant sorrow.
a mother wears her child’s pain.
there’s not a pawnshop around
to take the precious bond.
not a burglar nor bandit nor brandisher
of greenbacks and bonds
willing or worthy of
my daughter’s crystal creation
my daughter’s teardrop:
an heirloom from eve.
to lizzie, my precious pumpkin pie a la mode,
love mummy wummy, 2004
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