Best Babysitters Poems
When I was young my mom, like most women, donned a hat when she went out.
Dad said it added to her beauty…of this I had no doubt.
My mom had a collection of hats she stored in boxes under her bed.
So many different kinds of bonnets that sat atop her head.
Moms of today are different they go out with their heads bare
but one thing they share with Moms of the past are the many hats they wear.
If we tried to count the hats they don...we couldn’t...they go on indefinitely
Perhaps one way to approach it...is alphabetically.
Moms are:
Accountants
Babysitters
Chauffeurs...they do what
Doctors and
Electricians do…they are
Farmers
Governors
Housekeepers, and
Ice cream makers too…they are
Janitors
Kitchen and
Laundry workers, and
Maids who clean the floor…they are
Nurses
Optometrists,
Painters
Quality control inspectors and furthermore they are
Receptionists
Seamstresses and
Teachers…they can
Upholster that sofa or that chair…they are
Valets
Washroom Attendants and
X-Ray technicians…ready anytime and anywhere…they are
Yard managers and every Mom I know is also a keeper of the
Zoo
That’s 26 different hats they wear…
26 different jobs that all Moms do.
Moms are the original and still the best multi-taskers the world has ever met.
In fact, I didn’t run out of hats for them...I ran out of alphabet!
I guess it’s a good thing each job doesn’t have a hat that sits atop Moms head
for there wouldn’t be enough room to store the boxes under their beds.
They are visionaries, they are cheerleaders, so much of our existence they adorn
yet they had no experience as a mother until the day when we were born.
Because it was at that miraculous moment, despite their fearfulness and qualms
when they smiled as they looked at us and realized……’I’m a Mom.’
For that is the hat that encompasses the rest...the hat we call motherhood
and I must admit, from where I stand
Moms…you make that hat look good.
So Moms, here’s to a wonderful Mother’s Day as this poem bids you all adieu
For all the many hats you wear…
our hats are off to you.
HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY
Categories:
babysitters, mothers day,
Form:
Verse
Written 7 March 2014
-------------------------------------
Bruce and Jennie, both were 10,
Had been playmates all their lives.
One day, Bruce proclaimed,
“Jennie… most good men have wives.”
He professed his love for her.
Jennie said she loved him too.
They decided that getting married
Was ‘the right thing’ to do.
So, Bruce went to speak to her father,
Who was doing yard work at the time.
“May I speak to you, Mr. Johnson?”
“Sure, Bruce. What’s on your mind?”
“Sir, I love your Jennie;
And Jennie, she loves me;
But we need your permission
To be married… to be “We.”
Impressed by Bruce’s courage,
He knew this confrontation must be tough.
He smiled and asked, “Bruce, are you sure
You love my daughter enough?”
Bruce’s face became stern, he said,
“Mr. Johnson, let me tell you…
I love Jennie so much…and she loves me.
We’re both sure it’s the right thing to do.”
He was moved by Bruce’s ardor,
But permission was not his to give.
So, quick as flash, he responded,
“But Bruce…where will you live?”
“Sir, I measured her room;
Then I measured mine.
Hers is 40 percent bigger.
We’ll live there. We’ll be fine.
If we have extra stuff,
We’ll keep that in my room.
We’ll keep our places neat and tidy.
You won’t even need a broom.
And both our parents can save money
On babysitters too.
Even if you do things on the same night,
You’ll only need one sitter, not two.”
Mr. Johnson was impressed with Bruce's logic,
But this marriage idea was no longer funny.
He smiled and said, “That’s good thinking, Bruce;
But what are you gonna do for money?
“Why, Mr. Johnson, I get twelve-fifty a week allowance;
And let me remind you, Jennie also gets ten.
Throw in our birthdays and Christmas cash….
Why, we might even have money to lend.”
Desperate now, Mr. Johnson thought,
“Next, I guess they’ll want a car.”
Then he asked, “But Bruce, what if you have kids?”
"Aawww," blushed Bruce... “We’ve been lucky so far.”
Categories:
babysitters, angst, boyfriend, child, children,
Form:
Rhyme
When did the concept of family become
a tired cliché of phased-out tradition
in need of redefining?
And when did we abandon our parental duties
to glorified babysitters with no real interest
in our childrens' physical and emotional development
outside of their weekly paychecks?
We are bombarded by screaming advertisements
dictating an acceptable standard of living
requiring two or more incomes and
measuring our success by the sum total
of our net worth.
The decline of civilization progresses
as fast food replaces home-cooked meals
and quality time is staring blankly
at a flat screen television
with a group of strangers
living under the same roof.
Categories:
babysitters, family
Form:
Free verse
A lot of parents these days are self absorbed self glorified babysitters
Raising a youth with no standards or morales, without limitations
A fantasy reality with no self regard, and no intellectual education
We are part of the problem, afraid of our neighbors, defying our creators
Creating our own gentrification, watching with blind eyes as history repeats itself
Standing by, in silence, until they decide the next people to blame it on
With no self identity, a nation built from conformity, eliminating unity
Breeding hate for generations through misled communications and misinterpreted history
Categories:
babysitters, deep,
Form:
Rhyme
I used to baby-sit a lot, when I was young
I was a well sort after young miss
I get on really well with kids
And they liked the babysitters kiss.
Each small child I put to bed
A story then a quick kiss on the head
I’d settle down to watch TV
And eat the supper they left for me.
Each time they mostly came in late
But always walked me to my gate
Then one night after a fancy dress
The couple came home in a bit of a mess.
Their baby had played up as well
I’d only just settled her and I did tell
Don’t worry we know of the babysitters kiss
It’s all they want from you young miss.
I looked at him in his fancy dress costume
Not sure what flashed out in the gloom
I asked him as we reached our path
He opened his cloak and his thing did flash.
I went as a flasher, I tell you miss
Now it's time to give the babysitter a kiss…
I looked at his thing a flashing light well placed
And told him his battery need to be replaced
He drunkenly tried his hand on this young miss
He wanted to give me, his babysitter, a kiss
I reminded him his daughter would be a young miss
She may be the babysitter a drunk wants to kiss.
© ~GG~ 22/08/2012
Categories:
babysitters, life, time,
Form:
Quatrain
I would like to ask, "just what is your problem?"
Too great a task, to narrow it down to one
Your empty mind, from where those twisted words come
Don't think before you speak, you just let them run!
You talk excrement, one more than piss
When you emit those lies, in that venomous hiss
If your targets truth, then you always miss
Your twisted mouth, is so hard to kiss.
It's hard to see, what you gain from it?
Spreading your lies and talking such ****
(so much so, you must wipe your bum.... with your tongue!!)
Sarcasm is obviously greater than your wit
You stupid careless, thoughtless twit!
Let me tell you, about the babysitters evil plan
Befriending you, while trying to steal your man
Tacey wouldn't be so mean, but i'll bet that you can!
You seem nuttier than a full fat pecan!
©John-Ovan.P.Hull
Your sphincter must not work anymore
So your poop now leaves, through your jaw
These tedious games are such a bore
Have a happy life, THERE is the door!!
Such a shame, you could have been so much more!!
Categories:
babysitters, angst, confusion,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
My first memory is of a little, yellow house,
Just a few blocks away from the school playground.
I was only three or four, so whenever I’d go out
One of my older brothers would have to be around.
Soon, we moved to a huge house in another small town.
If I had to, I could rebuild that house from memory.
I think about those days when I’m feeling a little down
And people like my babysitters, Dena and Kathy.
I remember old-man Butch, who only had one eye,
And my best friend Chad who shared my birthday.
There was my brother’s friend Michael, who was a little bit shy.
And the twins, Doug and Jeff, were always ready to play.
Categories:
babysitters, writing,
Form:
Rhyme
I remember my mom having a collection of hats she stored under her bed.
For any occasion that could arise…she had a hat to set atop her head.
Moms of today are different…often they go out with their heads bare
because of this we don’t often realize…all the hats they wear.
If we tried to count all their hats...we can’t…for the list goes on indefinitely
perhaps one way to approach it...would be alphabetically.
Moms are Accountants, Babysitters, Chauffeurs...They do what Doctors, and Electricians do
They are Farmers, Governors, Housekeepers, and Ice cream vendors too.
They are Janitors, Kitchen and Laundry workers, and Maids who clean the floor.
They are Nurses, Optometrists, Painters, Quality control inspectors…there’s more.
They are Receptionists, Seamstresses, Teachers…Umpires…and not always soft spoken…they are Valets, Wardens, X-Ray technicians who can tell if that bone is broken.
They are Youth counselors and every Mom I know is a keeper of the Zoo
If you’re keeping track that’s 26 different hats...26 different jobs that all Moms do.
Moms are the original and still the best multitaskers the world has ever met.
In fact, I didn’t run out of hats for them...I ran out of alphabet.
I guess it’s a good thing each job doesn’t have a hat that sits atop Moms head
for there wouldn’t be enough room to store them in boxes beneath their beds.
They are visionaries, they are cheerleaders, so much of our existence they adorn
yet they had no experience being a mom until their first child was born.
For it was at that miraculous moment in a panic mixed with calm
when the doctor handed them their baby and said, “Congratulations…you’re a Mom!”
And to any Mom who might not have given birth…might not have been there from the start…here’s to all the Mom hats you’ve worn once you opened up your heart.
Do you remember that miraculous feeling…with a mixture of panic and calm…
whether you chose the moment…or the moment chose you…
when you became a Mom?
And therein lies the hat that encompasses all the rest...the hat called motherhood
and to all you Moms out there…I must admit…you make that hat look good.
So to all the Moms everywhere,
here’s wishing you a wonderful Mother’s Day…for all the things you do…
for all the many hats you wear…
our hats are off to you.
Categories:
babysitters, mothers day,
Form:
Rhyme
three generations of mothers created a fourth-
mine, my children's, my grandchildren's
between the late fifties and April this year
I have welcomed thirteen births- my three
five grandchildren, five great-grandchildren
generations unfold in ways of the times
as a stay-at-home mom- late 50s through 60s
when my third child began school, I sought
a part-time job- and later, night classes at college
earned a BA degree in English, after six long years
in the nineties, my three gave me grandkids
times were more relaxed then, as new moms
left hospitals quicker- back to work sooner
dads assisted in more ways than ever before
family members helped as reliable babysitters
six years ago, I held my first great-grandchild-
my fifth arrived this month- our fourth generation
their moms accept the duality of motherhood-
having careers and raising their babies, who
learn so much- including social skills- at Daycare
Categories:
babysitters, appreciation, mother, tribute,
Form:
Free verse
All are fastest for best or worse,
Working in those spaces of speed;
Some with useless massive numbers
And with quarrel force in its own,
Some with explosive greatest of beauty
Uncontrollable, more or less.
For a world that we created,
Time proclaims with fashion
To be hatched at last; not the real yield
Of clean remain such incomplete
Fantasy of unfledged control, we are still
Babysitters of what we are dreaming.
Truly it shapes our life and death;
Leave no alternative with filled with speed,
Think to destroy this costly monster
Of lazy for what is manhood, for the good purpose
All time will be breaking free;
Ah, beware, let us pray.
Let us do our age, and what you done
Of yours, as the list of electric device;
Mind it's closer than the structure of true
For what we build where you cannot hold
Or win the gap of Speed were a sordid passion
With hope and joy, the fall of all.
Categories:
babysitters, computer-internet, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
(This is a fictional poem)
When it comes to my parents, I'm still angry and bitter.
I'm a thirty-six year old man and they still hire babysitters.
The babysitters treat me like a child and they suffer my wrath.
They tuck me in at night and they even give me baths.
They won't let me watch TV and I have to go to bed at seven o clock.
Tonight my babysitter had to get stitches when I hit her in the head with a rock.
The babysitter just quit and she kicked my dad in the balls before she left.
I want to be treated like an adult and if they hire another babysitter, I'm going to
hold my breath.
Categories:
babysitters, funny, on writing and
Form:
Image # 1
My dear grandpop and grandma pop
Took a short vacation
I remember how my mom felt
Full of frustration
Mom depended on them so much
Babysitters were they
Days, nights and weekends were at play
They were supposed to stay
Grandma got so hot and went pop
Lost weight, wore stilettos
She changed from an older grandma
Studied all librettos
We were all surprised that she changed
She wanted a new name
Grand-maman she insisted fit
The children thought it lame
So, they still called her grandma pop
With new friends, it didn't fit
They weeded her out of their group
Now she bakes cake and knits
Also reads stories; does her part
To instill within each child
What is most important for them
To live life undefiled
Categories:
babysitters, age, fun,
Form:
Other
based on a photo posted
on media today
of King Charles III
bitty boy bored
wedged between babysitters -
queen is celebrant…
prince-heir bides seventy years
beholden crowds cheer his crown
Categories:
babysitters, england,
Form:
Tanka
I'm proud of you,
And I love you.
You are:
Calm,
Confident,
Kind
Well-reasoned,
Reserved,
Gentle,
Humble,
Thoughtful,
Intelligent,
Insightful,
Observant,
And
Articulate.
You exercise sound judgment,
And have a good sense of humor.
You are independent.
Repeatedly, you've shown
You can make a plan
And execute it.
You've found a kind, intelligent, empathic mate.
This is what I can see from the outside.
Inside you, I'm sure there is more to know and love.
You have overcome obstacles,
Such as my role in choosing one of your babysitters.
I've always been hard on myself,
A perfectionist,
Focusing, at times with frustration,
On my own deficiencies,
Rather than my merits.
Grappling with my own physical and mental challenges,
Unfortunately, one could not keep them entirely to myself,
And also, I'm afraid, by extension,
I've focused my perfectionism
On you.
This must have been hard on you
In a number of ways.
I'm sorry.
My hats off to you.
You deserve credit
For whom you are, and the man you've become.
Rather than focus on my deficiencies,
I congratulate myself,
For whatever positive role I may have played.
I'm proud of you,
and I love you.
Categories:
babysitters, love, pride, son, tribute,
Form:
Free verse
Welcome to Chicago!
Where women march like soldiers
in their tennis shoes, wearing their stuffy suits
Welcome to the windy city.
The women dare not wear full skirts.
Their high heels are in their desk drawer
Welcome to the Magnificent Mile
These women’s children are in the suburbs
With babysitters who do not love them.
Welcome to Chicago!
Tired women march out of the train station
holding a handbag or a lunch box, maybe both
Welcome to the Field Museum of Natural History
A place they could bring their children on weekends
But do not want to, because they do not want to come back.
Categories:
babysitters, city, women,
Form:
Free verse