I can't remember a time whenthoughts of your sweet, toothless smile didn't interrupt my day, when the scent of your honey-colored hair didn't linger in my nose,blocking the potent, often offensive, scents of the city.Sometimes, out of nowhere, I'll remember one of the funny things you've done,and I can't help to tell everyone about it;I can't help to brag. You're growing so big now.Almost as big as my pride growswhen I recount all that you've learned in your two short, wonderful years of life.You are my treasure,my sweetness, my girl,my little baby Bee.©Michelle Simone BergstromYellow-headed BlackbirdPerched on gate,Waiting.A worm to eat,Anticipating.A sound from the ground,No doubt he has found a hearty meal satisfying,Immediately gratifying.Must be sure no one spies,Over sleeping dogs he flies.A swooping technique,The prize in his beak.Wings spanned wide, now he’s in full flight,Lands safe in a tree, he's hidden from sight.The hunt is over, the worm ingested.It was worth every moment of time he invested.He rests contented.©Michelle Simone Bergstrom"Yellow-headed Blackbird" was written using the "PI" form: 3.141592653589793 (number of words per line)
Good luck going veggie, Michelle! My 9 y/o is the same way about meat-he doesn't like to eat it. Keep us posted on your progress!