A Poem for Booboo

I've brushed your hair and tied your bows
and wiped your butt and picked your nose
and tied your shoes and counted toes
to make sure you have all of those.

I've kissed your cheeks and dried your tears
and calmed your cries and quieted fears
and when your bad I smack your rear
and when you don't listen I tweak your ear.

I grew you right inside of me,
I knew it was meant to be.
I love you and you love me,
and together we're a family.

(that's so corny it made me giggle)

Here's one I wrote that was inspired by Booboo and published in my university's literary magazine circa 2009.

A Cardinal in the Driveway

Death caught her eye at
The very first glance:
The bright red cardinal Frannie
Killed and left as a bloody
Gift to her owner. She asks
Why the cat killed the
Cardinal and all I
Think to tell her is
Cats eat birds.

She looks at me amazingly
Knowingly, unnervingly unafraid.
Lily is four; captivated by cardinal
Death. I'll die!
She whispers, smiles sweetly.

She's seen death before
And told someone at the
Funeral my aunt died because her
Butt quit working. That's not exactly right
I say, but nothing else, nothing.
How can I teach her somethig I don't know.