Baby Number Three

If you follow my work, you will be familiar with this gorgeous mama who, since these photos were taken, has a beautiful baby girl; a sister to her two handsome brothers.

First in a wooded thicket by the prettiest little stream, and then on high red cliffs overlooking the ocean as the sun rose, we made these beautiful images.  A perfect remembrance of this special time in the life of a mama and her baby daughter.

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Twas the week before Christmas

Twas the week before Christmas,

And all through the house, the dust was collected- decorations set out.

We have to clean up -to your room we should go;

Don’t give me that look, you cannot say no!

 

A birthday had passed, and her mama did see

The small girl was fading, a teenager would be,

It was not a bad thing, wee children must grow

It is as it should be, -all parents do know.

 

This girl was her baby, and she’d seen it before,

Four times in the past had taught what was in store.

This little girls nest was now a mixed lot,

New books and  computers  were filling old spots.

 

A great mixture was found, in this sweet little room,

But some old favourites were lonely and were feeling the gloom.

They were being neglected some dust could be seen.

It was nothing intentional – wasn’t meant to be mean.

 

Christmas is coming, her mama did say

We need to clean up and put clutter away.

When the work was all over, around she did look

Mama did wonder, – a chance to be took?

 

The week before Christmas as all grown ups know-

Each child, – all their goodness is trying to show

So parents take heed, this week is the week!

Most requests will be granted,  their presents to keep

 

To document time and to make it stand still,

To remember the room when toys it did fill.

The dolls with their tea sets, the stories and games,

The teddies and squishes and horses with manes.

 

The tree in the corner that mama covered in snow

Bright balls and the ribbons from every horse show

Horses and ribbons, her two favourite things,

Much better when added- she loved glitter and bling.

 

The camera was ready, a pause she did take

What should I do? What place should I take?

Do what you love, just show it to me

Do what you like, -I just want to see

 

So she strummed and she sang, her new favourite pastime,

She played with her horses, all straight in a line

She laid on her bed and she read a new book

She played with her dog, a new trick – gave a look

 

We’re done (already?) -surprised it was through)

As I left she kept playing, and leaving I knew

The girl was still here, the day wasn’t quite done

The toys would remain, more hours of fun.

 

A last look I did take as I walked to the stair

She stayed in her room and played without care

And I smiled with contentment at this sweet little sight

Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!

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admin - December 28, 2017 - 2:05 pm

Thanks Kathy! And Merry Christmas to the Jardine family; I miss you guys!

admin - December 28, 2017 - 10:39 am

Thank you)

Kathy Jardine - December 28, 2017 - 10:37 am

Great poem Wendy…Epic ! Love and best wishes to you all from back home !

Susan Milligan - December 23, 2017 - 9:40 pm

Love it!

All Grown Up

Just a year ago this beautiful little girl was born.  With gorgeous big eyes and the most adorable smile, she steals the hearts of everyone she meets.  She is the apple of her mama’s eye and her daddy’s pride and joy and has made her wonderful family complete.

It was a pleasure to meet you sweet girl.

xo.

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