Our Patio

A baby sleeping in my arms
Two concrete lions, standing guard
Tall leafy sycamores letting go of bark
Our front patio is a relaxing park

The round green bushes are growing thick
I'm listening to the crickets tick
Who knew the front yard could be such bliss
While the kids are young and I can't miss a kiss

Even when they grow older, bigger, stronger
And I have time to go further longer
I think I will be back here on our patio
Looking at photos of when they were younger

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Rachel and her husband Patrick have two daughters, Isla Pear (two) and Gwen Presley (four months). Rachel wrote this poem while on maternity leave for the summer. It has been a few years since she has taken time to write. This was her first poem about her new life as a mommy of two. Rachel's favorite author is Ernest Hemingway and she loves to write using her antique typewriter.