Mothers Day Reflections: Who's That Walking Out the Door?

Who’s that rocking in my arms?

Who’s that winking with her charms?

Who’s that playing in the sand?

Who’s that strumming in the band?

Who’s that knocking on my door?

Who’s that stomping on the floor?

Who’s that singing to the stars?

Who’s that longing to drive cars?

Who’s that scattering clothes across the room?

Who’s that dancing with the broom?

Who’s that stealing all my shoes?

Who’s that? college she must choose.

Who’s that laughing right out loud?

Who’s that making her mama proud?

Tiny and Mighty
My baby girl all growed up.

The house, quiet now.

RTA 2/2009 and 5/2015