From: Baby / To: Mama

Let me be little

Sweet mama, I say.

I know I kept you up all night cause I slept most of the day.

Let me be tiny

Sweet mama, I proclaim.

For these days seem long but they will never be the same.

Let me be a baby

Sweet mama, I plead.

For to be held for a little while is just what I need.

Let me be young

Sweet mama, I reply.

You look down at me today but tomorrow we will see eye to eye. 

Let me be new

Sweet mama, I smile.

Not for too long but surely for a tiny, little while.

Let me be little

Sweet mama, I again say.

As I just grew a little bigger in a not so little way.

Let me be little, tiny, a baby, young and new.

Because, sweet mama, I surely do love you.

Written by Katye Ainsworth, 2016

The Sip

“Where are you from?” asked a little boy,

“I’m from a magical place!” the little girl said very coy.

“Magical?” the little boy asked with a smile,

“Very!” said the little girl, “Come with me for a while…”

They set off on their journey of this place she calls home,

He was thrilled at the adventure to run and to ‘roam.

They walked through land somewhat hilly and green,

Then to flat land where it looked as though snow could be seen.

“But where are we? Where are you from?” asked the little boy again.

The little girl twirled around and said with a grin,

“Where magnolias are our flower and a mockingbird is our bird,

and the most beautiful poetry that I have ever heard.”

“This looks like snow, but it’s so warm today!” said the little boy a little confused,

“Oh, that’s our cotton, it’s ready to be picked. Wanna hear some delta blues?”

The little girl grabbed the little boys hand,

And led him deeper into that snowy, flat land.

“Hear it?” she said as she closed her eyes real tight,

“The music? Yes, I do, and it sounds alright!”

The little boy started to dance all around,

The little girl smiled and enjoyed more of the glorious sound.

“Is that a River?” said the boy looking a far,

“It is,” she said, “Look real close and you’ll see a sand bar.

“It’s mighty and muddy and will lead us on our way,

Let’s continue on our journey so you will know where I am from today.”

The journey became hilly again and the trees were tall and fine,

“These trees can touch heaven”, said the little girl, “they are called pine.”

“But what is this place you are from called?” the little boy said a little mad,

“You will soon see,” said the little girl, “and boy will you be glad.”

They walked and saw simple beauty in their simply beautiful child minds,

The journey took them from the hills to a different land of sand and endless lines.

“What is this?” asked the boy with wonder in his eyes.

The little girl said, “This is the beach, see how the water meets the sky?”

“So please tell me, friend,” pleaded the little boy, “what is this place’s name?”

“It is all so lovely and simply wonderfully unique in all it’s quiet fame!”

“I’ll tell you, now,” said the little girl, “since you have fallen in love with it on our trip,”

“Where am I from, you ask, well I am from Mississippi… my home… The Sip!”

Written by Katye Ainsworth, 2016

Drawers, gems & bird princes

"Seriously it's Saturday morning and you're BLOGGING?!", my loving husband said over the roar of the kids, the oven beeping with our Saturday Morning Muffins (ritual), & the TV flipping between Paw Patrol and ESPN. But when I get started on something I CANNOT let it go (insert singing Frozen here) until I am finished. Usually this happens when I have about 8 other things going on- like breakfast, laundry, leaving the house by 9 am and kids running amuck (is that a word... why yes it is!) and I walk past a drawer that I know is a HOT MESS and it is like dangling a carrot in front of a horse- I cannot leave it alone. So, I start digging and sorting through said drawer looking for absolutely nothing but it had summoned me for a reason, yes? Then I came across this GEM (see picture). OMG the cursive writing! REMEMBER THAT KIDS OF TODAY??!! I stopped dead in my tracks and laughed out loud (literally LOL'd) at my 10 year old literary aspirations written in pencil on hole-punched notebook paper (I love some school supplies). Wonder if (and why) I was a little upset at my sweet daddy? Enjoy this Pulitzer-worthy gem...

The Bird Prince

Once upon a time there was a princess named Elaina. She was a happy princess. Her Father, King Edward, hated all her happiness. Princess Elaina loved birds. She had collection after collection of birds. Her room was decorated with birds. Bird wallpaper, bird bedspread, bird curtains, bird everything. It was a very happy room. Her father, on the other hand, did not like her. He was grouchy all day!

It was the beginning of spring. Princess Elaina was sitting in her window seat. She was singing sweetly to the birds. All of the sudden there was a knock on the door. She went to see who it was. When Elaina opened the door guards grabbed her and took her to the top floor with one window, a bed, and a nightstand. They threw her in there and locked the door. She ran to try to open the door, but there was no use. She cried and screamed hoping someone could hear, but that was no use! She cried her self to sleep.

The next morning was a beautiful morning. She woke up to a bird chirping.

“Hello, hello, little birdie! What are you doing way up here? Elaina said.

“I came to help you.” the birdie replied.

“Huh? But I don’t understand,” Elaina said surprised, “birds don’t talk. Oh no! I must be seeing things!”

“No,” the bird replied. “I am Karl, the bird prince.” 

“What, a bird prince?” she said puzzled. “There’s no such thing, anyway, what is a bird prince?”

Karl said, “A bird prince is a bird that turns into a prince.”

“I don’t believe you!” Elaina said.

“O.K.,” Karl said. “Here goes…” Then he turned around and around and stopped, snapped his fingers and turned into a handsome young prince. “Shall we be off?” he said.

“What do you mean,” she said.

“There’s only two ways to get out of here, the door is locked and too far to jump. Don’t you get it? We’ll fly!” Karl replied. “Take my hand and hold on tight.” They started to fly. They flew all the way to the Great Palace and, you know it, of course, they lived happily ever after.

The End.

Now isn't that an interesting BLAST from my PAST! Wonder if I got an "A"? Oh, and it appears that I got over being "mad" at my sweet daddy... albeit a few months later... Bless! #neverwasanartist