Tiny Toddler Team
How will it be—
the three of them and me?
Three heads of hair to brush each day,
six eyes that cry along the way.
Three little mouths that whine and plead,
six hands that scatter crumbs and need.
Through every mess and tiny scream—
three tiny toddlers make a team.
How will it be—
the three of them and me?
Three voices bright with giggles high,
six ears tuned as the world drifts by.
Six feet that stomp and skip around,
falling down then laughing loud.
Bumps and sorrows lose their steam—
three tiny toddlers make a team.
How will it be—
the three of them and me?
Is it them versus me?
Or me versus them?
Or maybe together
we’re stronger again—
a team.
When their small voices learn to grow,
what words will their sweet tongues bestow?
Harsh ones tossed from tempers caught,
or softer ones from gentler thought?
Whispers spoken in bedtime space
to chase the fears they someday face?
Will they say I love you
and reach for my hand,
the way only little hearts understand?
It will be what it will be—
the three of them and me.
Posted Dec 3, 2025, 2:00 AM UTC