My living room looks this way every day.
Every toy that she owns is out on display.
There are times it seems my work never ends.
But to her, what’s important is playing pretend.
There’s the bear she hugs and tries to read to.
And the air soup she stirs and tries to feed you.
There’s the chair she sits in to play peek-a-boo.
And the microphone she sings ballads into.
Before she got here, this house was more neat.
Now I’m cursing her blocks and stubbing my feet.
But I truly am the luckiest mother.
My girl’s got an imagination like no other.
She is fierce and fun and strong.
My baby won’t be my baby for long.
Don’t grow up too fast my funny child.
Get all those toys out and go hog wild!
*Original poetry by quirky mom, Abby Steiner*