I stand beside the dryer folding eldest son’s laundry. This is something I rarely do. Our children were taught at around age nine to do their own laundry. But I need the dryer – now - so I fold his t-shirts and cargo shorts.
snapshot 
from the shadows
they silently peek
small round faces
image like ours
snapshots captured
a memories time
they were little
these boys of mine
with superman capes
handmade wooden ramps
slingshots and bb guns
baseballs, mitts, bats
boys chosen tools
growing limbs wield
set to conquer
their world, mine
now are the days
pickup trucks, power tools
ladders reaching high
learning a trade
alongside their dad
hands set to task
reaching beyond
surpassing mine
--Nancy Kourmoulis
Not that they were ever really mine. They are only on loan. For we all truly belong to Father God.
“But from everlasting to everlasting the LORD's love is with those who fear him, and his righteousness with their children's children- with those who keep his covenant and remember to obey his precepts.”- Psalm 103:17-18
2 comments:
Oh Nancy...what a precious post. I love the pics and the poem together. And the reminder they are not really ours, but just on loan! I needed to hear that RIGHT NOW. Thank you for sharing.
And, if I haven't mentioned this before, I LOVE your new blog look...the background is so pretty!
It is a hard concept for many to grasp.. that their children are truly not their own but the Lord's gift to us on loan!!
May we cherish those gifts and treat them as the precious jewels they are.
Angie
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