Does he see tinted, tainted, tired?
Is he pleased as I create my toddler pictures from broken crayon?
Do my dances and twirls create pleasure, or embarrassment?
I tell him my stories and wait for the laugh at the right time.
I hope there is pride when my days are full of showing the “new” that I learned.
Is there a frown when I spit and pull hair and stomp my feet?
Wondering at the mind of God.
Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 11:42 PM UTC
Does he see tinted, tainted, tired?
Is he pleased as I create my toddler pictures from broken crayon?
Do my dances and twirls create pleasure, or embarrassment?
I tell him my stories and wait for the laugh at the right time.
I hope there is pride when my days are full of showing the “new” that I learned.
Is there a frown when I spit and pull hair and stomp my feet?
Wondering at the mind of God.
