Oliver has been asking me if I’m going to write a poem for Harrison, using the letters in his name, like this one I made for him when he was born.

I made an attempt or two, but it just didn’t come together. Today was a super busy day, but as poems do, it just came to me, a bit at a time; and I had to stop and put it all together, because I have learned that if I try to wait till I’m not busy, the ideas vanish like they came.

So my dishes aren’t all washed, but Oliver is happy, because now Harrison has his own poem. ❤️ (I didn’t bother trying to use the letters of his name because that just wasn’t working for me:)

How Did He Do It?

Harrison, love bug, my sweet pumpkin pie,

Where did God get the color He used for your eyes?

They look just like chambray, so perfectly blue,

And twinkles of sunshine are sparkling through.

Harrison, precious, don’t mind if I stare

But is that a faint touch of red in your hair?

It’s soft as a feather, with tinges of gold,

“Will it curl like your Papa’s?” -remains to be told.

Harrison darling, please show me your toes.

How did God think up the pattern for those?

Like a quintet of sentinels all in a line,

Whatever they’re guarding, they look mighty fine.

Harrison, how did He fashion your knees?

I give them a squish, and I give them a squeeze,

They are puffy like bread that is ready to bake

And they have a quite similar jiggle and shake.

Harrison, how did God make you so sweet?

From the top of your head to the soles of your feet…

The charm in your smile, your silken soft skin,

God’s handiwork showcased, again and again…

You’re created by God, in his perfect design,

Harrison Holt, I’m so grateful you’re mine.

“For we are God’s handiwork, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do.”
‭‭Ephesians‬ ‭2‬:‭10‬ ‭NIV‬‬

“For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb.”
‭‭Psalms‬ ‭139‬:‭13‬ ‭NIV‬‬

Now you must excuse me, it’s after midnight and I have dishes to wash. 😅