Our Home school
Debbie Penington
Stretch, shower, coffee, the Word, good morning hugs...
...dawn yawns into morning
sharp pencils, books, smiles, questions; why? how?...
...morning studies to noontime
p.b.j. faces, tumbles, naps, chores, daddy, dinner...
...afternoon giggles to evening
charlotte's web, cuddles, prayers, good night hugs...
...evening yawns into twilight
rest from today, dreams for tomorrow...
...the dark hours snore.
Blessings, Debbie
What a beautiful & poetic reminder!
ReplyDeleteThere IS blessing/security/satisfaction in routines; value in repetition; grace in the daily patterns of family living.
Good....that sums it up wonderfully. I don't think mine has been as poetic, well high school at least...we spent so many hours in the car with home school sports. LOL
ReplyDeleteOh, makes me miss when I was teaching five at once and they were all so little. I have just one now...so different. Have a great weekend.
ReplyDeletePS: I love that you signed up for the craft forward. I have taxes to do this weekend and then I will be working on something just fabulous for you...not sure what yet, but I'm sure it will be just grand!
I really enjoyed this. What a beautiful reminder of days past.
ReplyDeleteYup--you've captured it perfectly in this poem! :-) I *love* that photo: the staircase leading up to the light, and the bookcase set just below it; lovely and meaningful.
ReplyDeleteDebbie, (re the Jonathan Edwards quote) My sister-in-law was reading some sermons or writings of his directed to young people. She shared a few of them with me. They are passionate and full of pleading with youth to give their lives to God. Old-fashioned, of course...
ReplyDeleteLove poem the! Beautifully done, and it sums up a home schooling mother's day perfectly!
ReplyDeleteI wish I had known about homeschooling............way late now of course!
ReplyDeleteThanks for visiting my blog, this is the first time I have seen yours. Your life style reminds me much of my youth, growing up in a remote area of Australia. In many ways I envy you......
Small simple things were very very precious, America has become SO acquisitive.Bless you, Debbie.
I also read out loud and they played with Legos. Lots of legso. I am glad you wrote about that because it makes every thing just seem so nice.
ReplyDeleteSo homey.
Lovely poem! Just discovered your blog pver a comment you've left on mine - so nice meeting! Am your newest follower!
ReplyDeleteYou're good! I don't have the gift of writing poetry, even free verse. I love it when someone does.
ReplyDeleteYou captured your day beautifully, and I love that photo you chose.