A poem for Logziella

Logziella posted a blog about some random things people may not know about her and the list was quit funny so here is a little poem I wrote for her.


Black olives are gross, or that’s what you say
But have you ever tried them fresh, off the trees’ in May?

I had some in Greece, and they were beyond compare
But if I ever have any children, I know now to beware.

Thanks for the heads up, I can use all I can get
A toothbrush at your house, I will never forget.

You say you feel bad, but I’m sure you had a grin
The whole time you were scrubbing, that toilet bowl brim.

Your phobia of phones, there’s no words to say
Thank goodness for blogging, your fear goes away.

I don’t understand, and won’t pretend I do
Talking on the phone, is one of my favorite things to do.

Mommy land is a place, I have yet to explore
But I think I’m almost ready, I have plastic spoons in the drawer.

Gabriella is precious, and quickly growing up
Bottles will be gone soon, to be replaced with a sippy cup.

The day will arrive, when she starts to talk
Get out the baby gate, she’s starting to walk.

God’s little angel, sent down to you
A special little sister, for the other two.

Your family is beautiful, what can I say
Watch who you eat with, the FBI could be on their way.