Pedal Pushin' (Children)
Mom’s car has three foot pedals.
I think I’m gonna ask her -
Since daddy’s car has only two,
does her car pedal faster?
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Night-Night (Children)
Night-night moon
Night-night stars
Night-night noisy
trucks and cars.
Night-night sand box
Night-night toys
Night-night other
girls and boys.
Night-night mom
Night-night dad
Night-night Boogie Man
who's not bad.
It's time to go to sleep now,
most all my night nights said.
Night-night blankie
Night-night bed.
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Ode to Being Five (Children)
I made a paper Valentine
all red and edged with lace.
And on my paper Valentine,
I drew a pretty face.
I painted on two big blue eyes
and then a great big grin
and knew it wouldn't be complete
without a dimpled chin.
I love you, paper valentine,
and just between us two,
I hope someday when I grow up
I'll look as sweet as you.
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Sleepytime Prayer (Children)
God bless my bedroom
God bless my bed
God bless the pillow
where I lay my head.
God bless my mommy
bless my dad, too.
They chased away monsters
that live in my room.
God bless my brother
bless my dog and my cat
and, OK, my sister
even though she's a brat.
Thanks God, and Amen
Now, up off my knees.
Wait! I forgot somethin'
God bless me too, please.
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Healing Memory
the love I am
came with me
like a shadow
on my heart
love flows in
and out
and through me
of this love
I am a part
it whispers
to my soul
it awes and
fuels my wonder
and I seek
that memory
of why
I came
thus under
this is what
my soul agreed
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Love in Words
Naive little things, words,
yet so effective when strung together
breathing romance
and fading loneliness
between the lines
with words in pastel strokes
joined in just the right way.
A writer's thoughts
whether fact or fiction
become another's hopes,
and the words find their way
to a reader's heart as surely
as petals dropped in a forest
mark the way home again.
I love you's bloom, only to fade
by truths revealed in even more words.
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Purple Slurple (Children)
Hey, let’s make a purple slurple.
It’s good, I can show you how.
I won’t spill like when I was little,
I’m six, I can make it now.
You can get out the glasses
and then add some lumps of ice.
I’ll get all the other stuff out.
Thanks for your help, you’re nice.
We’ll glug six times with 7-Up,
add four shakes of sugar on top,
then stir with a big wooden spoon
and mix it in with the soda pop.
Then we’ll add the grape juice.
That’s what makes the slurple purple.
But be careful when you drink, go slow,
or your tummy makes a GREAT BIG burple!
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When Mommy's Sick (Children)
Mommy's sick in bed today.
Doctor says she has the flu.
Sissy's got a stuffy nose
and she might get it, too.
When Mommy's sick it makes us sad
she doesn't feel so good.
She's having juice and medicine
like the doctor said she should.
It's not the same when Mommy's sick,
our hugs are all sick, too,
and kisses for our boo-boo's
also have the flu.
Our sads are even sadder
so our happy's aren't as glad
and when we're being naughty,
that even feels more bad.
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His Hands
His hands should have
their own identity,
a name perhaps,
befitting each vocation
they enjoy.
Skillful hands -
finely tuned, they hold every tool
with equal panache.
Each callous earned, a trophy,
yet self-aware, they're gentle
as they browse my every curve.
Comical hands -
the right one scraping whiskers,
razoring down a field of white
revealing trails of pink-skinned angles.
I laugh at the silly poses
skewed by the left
so the right won't miss a spot,
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Wrinkles and Grey Hair (Children)
Mommy's getting wrinkles.
Daddy has grey hair.
It wasn't very long ago
when those things weren't there.
Wish I could smooth the wrinkles out
and darken Daddy's hair
to stop the changes going on.
It makes me feel so scared.
Grampa, does it mean they'll die?
They have wrinkles and grey hair!
I never used to worry
before those things were there.
Grampa said to look at him.
There were lots of wrinkles there,
and on his head, a snowstorm
was the color of his hair.
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