This is a poem I wrote for the son of a good friend and a talented photographer. Check out her site at http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5916499
Ode To Andrew
There’s a special boy we named Andrew,
Whom we love so through and through.
And on his big and special day,
Mom and Dad would like to say.
On this day two years ago,
You were born amid a glow -
Of joy and happiness and mostly love,
Our precious gift from God above.
And as you’ve grown these last two years,
We’ve laughed with you and dried some tears.
We watched you play with trains and cars,
Our loving hearts were never far.
Those ‘nanas and Che-o’s have helped you grow
Into the handsome boy we know.
And one more plus my little man,
Is that you are an Eagles Fan!
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Sunday, February 22, 2009
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Crabby Abbie
An inspiration from a little girl next door. Though no longer so little, she is still an inspiration!
Crabby Abbie's Breakfast
Crabby Abbie woke up one day,
Sat down to breakfast and to her dismay,
No longer liked her curds and whey,
are much too sticky and taste like hay.
She grabbed her pup Otis and off they went,
Her plan was to use her puppy’s keen scent,
To sniff out good food for her breakfast event,
Even if she must speak to every lady and gent.
Otis sniffed out an old man named Jake,
Who was cooking something down by the lake.
It was a horrible smell, for goodness sake,
It was barbequed, hickory, water snake.
After a while they saw a house near a brook,
And singing inside was Gerda the cook,
Reading a recipe from her cookbook,
And out of her cupboard some bug-guts she took.
At one more stop along the path,
They saw George the Dragon fresh from his bath.
He was eating a sandwich and doing some math.
The sandwich was made from scraps from the trash.
Abbie said “Otis, this isn’t good,”
It seems that nobody has good tasting food.
Next meal we see might be one of blood pud’,
So zip up your sweater, I’ll put up my hood.
So back they went to their own breakfast table,
Grateful that their food required no label,
Where they ate curds and whey ‘till they were no longer able,
And that is the end of this little fable!
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Crabby Abbie's Breakfast
Crabby Abbie woke up one day,
Sat down to breakfast and to her dismay,
No longer liked her curds and whey,
are much too sticky and taste like hay.
She grabbed her pup Otis and off they went,
Her plan was to use her puppy’s keen scent,
To sniff out good food for her breakfast event,
Even if she must speak to every lady and gent.
Otis sniffed out an old man named Jake,
Who was cooking something down by the lake.
It was a horrible smell, for goodness sake,
It was barbequed, hickory, water snake.
After a while they saw a house near a brook,
And singing inside was Gerda the cook,
Reading a recipe from her cookbook,
And out of her cupboard some bug-guts she took.
At one more stop along the path,
They saw George the Dragon fresh from his bath.
He was eating a sandwich and doing some math.
The sandwich was made from scraps from the trash.
Abbie said “Otis, this isn’t good,”
It seems that nobody has good tasting food.
Next meal we see might be one of blood pud’,
So zip up your sweater, I’ll put up my hood.
So back they went to their own breakfast table,
Grateful that their food required no label,
Where they ate curds and whey ‘till they were no longer able,
And that is the end of this little fable!
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Friday, February 20, 2009
Doing It Gracefully
Get your dirty minds out of the gutter. I am talking about growing old. I wrote this poem after being called M'am at the grocery store. I found it quite shocking.
Doing it Gracefully
When Did I go from Miss to M’am?
What is this cramping in my hands?
Just yesterday, I was in college classes
Now just to read, I wear old-dame glasses.
Cosmo was this hip girl’s bible,
Now Good Housekeeping sits on my table.
I think of the mini-skirts I had,
Now if the jeans zip up I’m very glad.
I used to party dusk to dawn,
Now at nine p.m. I yawn.
We would drink all night, paint the town,
Now hubby drinks beer and “it” stays down.
It’s sad to approach our middle age,
Though I suppose it’s just another stage,
And growing old is just in your head,
And really, it beats being dead.
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Doing it Gracefully
When Did I go from Miss to M’am?
What is this cramping in my hands?
Just yesterday, I was in college classes
Now just to read, I wear old-dame glasses.
Cosmo was this hip girl’s bible,
Now Good Housekeeping sits on my table.
I think of the mini-skirts I had,
Now if the jeans zip up I’m very glad.
I used to party dusk to dawn,
Now at nine p.m. I yawn.
We would drink all night, paint the town,
Now hubby drinks beer and “it” stays down.
It’s sad to approach our middle age,
Though I suppose it’s just another stage,
And growing old is just in your head,
And really, it beats being dead.
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Thursday, February 19, 2009
The Toddler Series VI
The little girl this poem is written about is truly treated like a princess by her family. If Texas had a royal family, I am sure they would be a part of it.
The Princess from Texas
Once upon a time in a land known as Texas,
A princess sat down to a good hearty breakfast,
She thought and she wondered as she chewed on her food,
What things will be different now that I’m two?
Will I still love my babies, I can’t be too old?
Will I still love to sing, entertaining the crowds?
I guess to find out if that‘s still really in me,
I can just take a look at my big sis, McKynlee.
I know, I will still love my Daddy and Mommy
I know, that I’ll still think that Elmo is funny
I guess being two, though grown up, is okay
In fact, I think, it will be one special day.
So Sweet Princess Mady, put on your crown
And know that today, you’re the toast of the town
The Queen and the King couldn’t be any prouder,
Or have anymore love for their beautiful daughter.
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The Princess from Texas
Once upon a time in a land known as Texas,
A princess sat down to a good hearty breakfast,
She thought and she wondered as she chewed on her food,
What things will be different now that I’m two?
Will I still love my babies, I can’t be too old?
Will I still love to sing, entertaining the crowds?
I guess to find out if that‘s still really in me,
I can just take a look at my big sis, McKynlee.
I know, I will still love my Daddy and Mommy
I know, that I’ll still think that Elmo is funny
I guess being two, though grown up, is okay
In fact, I think, it will be one special day.
So Sweet Princess Mady, put on your crown
And know that today, you’re the toast of the town
The Queen and the King couldn’t be any prouder,
Or have anymore love for their beautiful daughter.
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Wednesday, February 18, 2009
The Toddler Series V
I wrote this poem today for a friend. Her little girl is one of a kind and I hope I captured her well.
Sonyea Dolittle
Who is that darling little dish?
Over there with that big fish?
That’s Sonyea, who is two you know,
And the fishy guy’s of course, Nemo.
Our little Miss Dolittle has no fear,
Of snakes or lions or even bears!
She adores all animals big and small,
Though it’s Vicky she loves most of all.
A great big fan of Tinkerbell,
She loves that fairy and thinks she’s swell.
She often sits to read that tale,
Though she tries to speak it all in “whale”
A quirky girl, but a real cutie
Shining with a sunny beauty,
That warms the hearts of all she meets,
Her sassy smile a real treat.
Happy Birthday little girl,
You’ve turned our lives into a whirl,
But we’re so happy you are here,
We love you more each passing year.
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Sonyea Dolittle
Who is that darling little dish?
Over there with that big fish?
That’s Sonyea, who is two you know,
And the fishy guy’s of course, Nemo.
Our little Miss Dolittle has no fear,
Of snakes or lions or even bears!
She adores all animals big and small,
Though it’s Vicky she loves most of all.
A great big fan of Tinkerbell,
She loves that fairy and thinks she’s swell.
She often sits to read that tale,
Though she tries to speak it all in “whale”
A quirky girl, but a real cutie
Shining with a sunny beauty,
That warms the hearts of all she meets,
Her sassy smile a real treat.
Happy Birthday little girl,
You’ve turned our lives into a whirl,
But we’re so happy you are here,
We love you more each passing year.
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Tuesday, February 17, 2009
A Childhood Memory
A nice piece. Not a poem per say but poetic none the less. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Warm and Snug
Snug as a bug in a rug. That describes my first memory. I was three years old and had crawled into my dolly's cradle and pulled the kitchen sink rug over top of me. I remember thinking that it would be fun to be a dolly and as I didn't have a blanket, the rug would have to do. I also remember thinking that I might get in trouble for moving the rug but I was willing to take the risk for the sake of my pretend game.
Although I have no memory of what time of day it was, it had to have been in the evening and after dinner because my Dad was at home and my Mom wasn't cooking. They must have been doing something boring in the other room because I had struck out on my own.
I lay in the cradle for some time pretending to be a dolly but the attention span of a three year old is short and I was ready to get out. But I was stuck! I remember thinking, "should I yell for help?" I was still a bit worried about having moved the kitchen mat. I ended up crying to myself, not knowing what to do.
Well of course their little girl's cries brought my Mom and Dad looking for me. I remember them starting to laugh, I remember my Mom lifting the rug and my Dad lifting me out. I was still a bit scared and worried but they were laughing and laughing and laughing. I remember feeling warm and secure, basking in their joy and love. They must have laughed for twenty minutes. I remember catching that laughter and laughing myself. Even at three, happy in my Daddy's arms, I knew this was a special moment.
This is not only my first memory but one of my favorites. There have been many times in my life when I have felt unloved and insecure. My life has certainly been touched by death, divorce and depression. This one little memory sits there in my head like a cup of hot cocoa. I take a sip of the wonderfully sweet and warm memory and I immediately feeler warmer and loved once again. A couple of years ago I mentioned my memory to my Mom. She remembered it very well and added one thing I didn't remember. They took a picture before they took me out of the cradle. My dad, who also remembered that night quite fondly, had it tucked away in an old album, and has since given it to me. Now I have a real picture to go with my mind's picture. It warms my soul to say they are.
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Warm and Snug
Snug as a bug in a rug. That describes my first memory. I was three years old and had crawled into my dolly's cradle and pulled the kitchen sink rug over top of me. I remember thinking that it would be fun to be a dolly and as I didn't have a blanket, the rug would have to do. I also remember thinking that I might get in trouble for moving the rug but I was willing to take the risk for the sake of my pretend game.
Although I have no memory of what time of day it was, it had to have been in the evening and after dinner because my Dad was at home and my Mom wasn't cooking. They must have been doing something boring in the other room because I had struck out on my own.
I lay in the cradle for some time pretending to be a dolly but the attention span of a three year old is short and I was ready to get out. But I was stuck! I remember thinking, "should I yell for help?" I was still a bit worried about having moved the kitchen mat. I ended up crying to myself, not knowing what to do.
Well of course their little girl's cries brought my Mom and Dad looking for me. I remember them starting to laugh, I remember my Mom lifting the rug and my Dad lifting me out. I was still a bit scared and worried but they were laughing and laughing and laughing. I remember feeling warm and secure, basking in their joy and love. They must have laughed for twenty minutes. I remember catching that laughter and laughing myself. Even at three, happy in my Daddy's arms, I knew this was a special moment.
This is not only my first memory but one of my favorites. There have been many times in my life when I have felt unloved and insecure. My life has certainly been touched by death, divorce and depression. This one little memory sits there in my head like a cup of hot cocoa. I take a sip of the wonderfully sweet and warm memory and I immediately feeler warmer and loved once again. A couple of years ago I mentioned my memory to my Mom. She remembered it very well and added one thing I didn't remember. They took a picture before they took me out of the cradle. My dad, who also remembered that night quite fondly, had it tucked away in an old album, and has since given it to me. Now I have a real picture to go with my mind's picture. It warms my soul to say they are.
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Monday, February 16, 2009
At Seventeen
Another Poem for my Daughter, Kaitlin. She sure is an inspiration. I think I can publish a book just with poems for Kaitlin.
Kaitlin is turning Seventeen months old
At Seventeen
At seventeen months, I know I am your world.
At seventeen years, I pray I am a part.
At seventeen months, I always know where you are.
At seventeen years, I pray that you call.
At seventeen months, you cry over booboos.
At seventeen years, you will cry over boys.
At seventeen months, a kiss will make it better.
At seventeen years, I pray a hug will help.
At seventeen months, I love to hear you talk.
At seventeen years, I pray I remember to listen.
At seventeen months, your world is a full of wonder.
At seventeen years, I pray our world is wonderful.
At seventeen months, you are just starting childhood.
At seventeen years, you are just leaving it behind.
At seventeen months, I love you with all my heart.
At seventeen years, I will love you with all my heart.
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Kaitlin is turning Seventeen months old
At Seventeen
At seventeen months, I know I am your world.
At seventeen years, I pray I am a part.
At seventeen months, I always know where you are.
At seventeen years, I pray that you call.
At seventeen months, you cry over booboos.
At seventeen years, you will cry over boys.
At seventeen months, a kiss will make it better.
At seventeen years, I pray a hug will help.
At seventeen months, I love to hear you talk.
At seventeen years, I pray I remember to listen.
At seventeen months, your world is a full of wonder.
At seventeen years, I pray our world is wonderful.
At seventeen months, you are just starting childhood.
At seventeen years, you are just leaving it behind.
At seventeen months, I love you with all my heart.
At seventeen years, I will love you with all my heart.
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